Friday, May 27, 2022
Thursday, May 26, 2022
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
Tuesday, May 24, 2022
Monday, May 23, 2022
Sunday, May 22, 2022
THE POSSIBLE PLEASURES ~
THE POSSIBLE PLEASURES by Lynn Valente
$14.99
I save very good poems to read late at night — it’s late at night.”
–Bob Arnold, author of Once In Vermont, Gnomon Press
Woodcutter's Autumn
Geese above
barking like dogs
open the gate
to our dark fence
and let in some thoughts
we put away for good —
of summer, that tourist
who took off fast
in his big car
and never paid taxes.
We'll be paying now —
Who let in these thoughts?
From carrying them home
my arms will ache
all winter.
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Lynn Valente
The Possible Pleasures
Finishing Line Press, 2021
Saturday, May 21, 2022
ROBERT SUND ~
Shakti
She lies down on her side and fills the valley.
In the lowlands her legs are a river;
alder trees and wild winter bushes
shimmer in the windy rain.
In the mountain her breasts are blue
and snow clouds sweep across them.
In the bend of her knee
are a thousand farms.
When she dances
rain clouds are broken apart
by the sun flying across her shoulder.
When she sleeps and dreams
a thousand geese sing her praises.
_____________________
Robert Sund
First Glimpse of Swallows
Brooding Heron Press, 2022
Friday, May 20, 2022
Thursday, May 19, 2022
Wednesday, May 18, 2022
STAR GUIDES ~
Star Clusters / Hubble
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For all searching guides for the world above (the stars)
we'd like to recommend two books for your library
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Tuesday, May 17, 2022
Monday, May 16, 2022
EUGENIO MONTALE ~
Times at Bellosguardo
Oh now there in the glittering
stretch that bends toward the hills
the hum of evening lessens
and the trees chat with the hackneyed
murmur of the sand; and how this common life
no longer owned by our breath
gets channeled there, crystalline,
into orders of columns
and willows at the edges
and great moats in the gardens
by the overbrimming pools,
and how a sapphire light returns
for the men who live down there: it is too sad
such peace should enlighten in glimmers
and everything then roll on, with intermittent
flashes over the steaming riverbends,
with intersecting chimneys
and shouts from the hanging gardens
and consternation and long laughter
over patched roofs, among the arrases
of massed branches and a brilliant tail
that trails across the sky before
desire can find the words!
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Eugenio Montale (1896-1981)
Poems
translated by Jonathan Galassi
Everyman 2012
Labels:
Euginio Montale,
Italian Poetry,
Jonathan Galassi
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