Tuesday, April 24, 2012

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POEM OF THE DAY BY IRIS APPELQUIST

just my 19th nervous breakdown


it was daytime and i realized i feared
being in the sun. then, when it was
nighttime, i noticed that the moon was
menacing me. i could not determine
whether this was the way it had always
been, and i’d always just cockroached my
way through the daytimes and the
nighttimes…or if my being so thoroughly
terrorized had materialized with suddenness.

with help and, in large parts, luck, the daytimes
and nighttimes were made into different
beasts altogether, and i was able to coerce myself
into believing that these altogether different
beasts were nothing to be afraid of.


-Iris Appelquist

Monday, April 23, 2012

POEM OF THE DAY BY LOUISE GLUCK

Vita Nova


You saved me, you should remember me.

The spring of the year; young men buying tickets for the ferryboats.
Laughter, because the air is full of apple blossoms.

When I woke up, I realized I was capable of the same feeling.

I remember sounds like that from my childhood,
laughter for no cause, simply because the world is beautiful,
something like that.

Lugano. Tables under the apple trees.
Deckhands raising and lowering the colored flags.
And by the lake’s edge, a young man throws his hat into the water;
perhaps his sweetheart has accepted him.

Crucial
sounds or gestures like
a track laid down before the larger themes

and then unused, buried.

Islands in the distance. My mother
holding out a plate of little cakes—

as far as I remember, changed
in no detail, the moment
vivid, intact, having never been
exposed to light, so that I woke elated, at my age
hungry for life, utterly confident—

By the tables, patches of new grass, the pale green
pieced into the dark existing ground.

Surely spring has been returned to me, this time
not as a lover but a messenger of death, yet
it is still spring, it is still meant tenderly.


- Louise Gluck

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

POEM OF THE DAY BY STANLEY MOSS

Bright Day



I sing this morning: Hello, hello.
I proclaim the bright day of the soul.
The sun is a good fellow,
the devil is a good guy, no deaths today I know.
I live because I live. I do not die because I cannot die.
In Tuscan sunlight Masaccio
painted his belief that St. Peter’s shadow
cured a cripple, gave him back his sight.
I’ve come through eighty-five summers. I walk in sunlight.
In my garden, death questions every root, flowers reply.
I know the dark night of the soul
does not need God’s eye,
as a beggar does not need a hand or a bowl.



-Stanley Moss


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

POEM OF THE DAY BY T.R. HUMMER

After

After the explosion, no one knew what to do
For the boy who'd stood closest
to the abandoned leather briefcase.
By some miracle, he was the only one injured. It erupted
In an incense of sulfur and nails as he made his way
To steal it. Holiness has an aura, everyone knows that,
But why would terrorists bother to murder a thief?
The ethics of this question paralyzed everyone in sight
While the boy, unable to breathe, watched God wandering
The station in a business suit, asking occasional strangers
Have you seen my briefcase?
There was something urgent in it.


-T.R. Hummer

Monday, April 9, 2012

POEM OF THE DAY BY ADRIENNE RICH

Tonight No Poetry Will Serve


Saw you walking barefoot
taking a long look
at the new moon's eyelid

later spread
sleep-fallen, naked in your dark hair
asleep but not oblivious
of the unslept unsleeping
elsewhere

Tonight I think
no poetry
will serve

Syntax of rendition:

verb pilots the plane
adverb modifies action

verb force-feeds noun
submerges the subject
noun is choking
verb disgraced goes on doing

now diagram the sentence



-Adrienne Rich