Monday, October 31, 2016

Suburban Monastery Death Poem by d. a. Levy

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only ten blocks away buildings burned - perhaps burning now the august night broken by sniper fire police men bleeding in the streets a ...

An Update

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Received a massive email dump this morning (it's 8:20 on Tuesday morning here) and will try to respond via The Coracle. 1. Yes, I...
Friday, October 28, 2016

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas

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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dum...
Thursday, October 27, 2016

The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Hara

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It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 i...
Wednesday, October 26, 2016

The Chambered Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

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This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,— The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its pu...
Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre   The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy i...
Monday, October 24, 2016

God's Grandeur by Gerard Manly Hopkins

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The world is charged with the grandeur of God.     It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;     It gathers to a greatness, like th...
Sunday, October 23, 2016

The Fiddler of Dooney by W. B. Yeats

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When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Moharabuiee. ...
Friday, October 21, 2016

Lines Written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth

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I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the m...
Thursday, October 20, 2016

The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth

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Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts a...
Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Buffalo Bill's defunct by e. e. cummings

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Buffalo Bill's         defunct                who used to                ride a watersmooth-silver                                  ...

Scenes from Down Under

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My neighborhood at night. Where I often find myself at the end of the school day.  One runs into a lot of Americans here, too.  ...
Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Convergence Of The Twain by Thomas Hardy

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       In a solitude of the sea            Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.           ...
Monday, October 17, 2016

To Emily Dickinson by Hart Crane

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You who desired so much—in vain to ask— Yet fed your hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest— Achieved that...
Friday, October 14, 2016

Music When Soft Voices Die (To —) by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves...
Thursday, October 13, 2016

The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth

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The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We hav...
Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The Windhover by Gerard Manly Hopkins

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I caught this morning morning's minion, king-   dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding   Of the rollin...
Tuesday, October 11, 2016

The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats

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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a...
Friday, October 7, 2016

Jerusalem by William Blake

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And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastur...
Thursday, October 6, 2016

Did I Mention That Today is National Poetry Day?

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It is.