Archive for March 2009

The Waking: 1948 – Mar 28

March 28th, 2009 — 7:04pm

I strolled across
An open field;
The sun was out;
Heat was happy.

This way! This way!
The wren’s throat shimmered,
Either to other,
The blossoms sang.

The stones sang,
The little ones did,
And flowers jumped
Like small goats.

A ragged fringe
Of daisies waved;
I wasn’t alone
In a grove of apples.

Far in the wood
A nestling sighed;
The dew loosened
Its morning smells.

I came where the river
Ran over stones:
My ears knew
An early joy.

And all the waters
Of all the streams
Sang in my veins
That summer day.

-Theodore Roethke

I’m going to be gone in Washinton, D.C. for the next week… until Friday, April 3. :) I will, of course, catch up on all missed poems then, as I will have no internet access during that week… and I figured this would be a good poem to have at the top of the front page for a week!

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Air – Mar 27

March 28th, 2009 — 6:51pm

Naturally it is night.
Under the overturned lute with its
One string I am going my way
Which has a strange sound.

This way the dust, that way the dust.
I listen to both sides
But I keep right on.
I remember the leaves sitting in judgment
And then winter.

I remember the rain with its bundle of roads.
The rain taking all its roads.

Young as I am, old as I am,

I forget tomorrow, the blind man.
I forget the life among the buried windows.
The eyes in the curtains.
The wall
Growing through the immortelles.
I forget silence
The owner of the smile.

This must be what I wanted to be doing,
Walking at night between the two deserts,

-W.S. Merwin

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Joy and Sorrow – Mar 26

March 26th, 2009 — 10:42pm

The deeper that sorrow carves into your
being, the more joy you can contain.

-Khalil Gibran

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Hist Whist – Mar 25

March 25th, 2009 — 8:33pm

hist whist
little ghostthings

little twitchy
witches and tingling
hob-a-nob hob-a-nob

little hoppy happy
toad in tweeds
little itchy mousies

with scuttling
eyes rustle and run and

whisk look out for the old woman
with the wart on her nose
what she’ll do to yer
nobody knows

for she knows the devil ooch
the devil ouch
the devil
ach the great




-E. E. Cummings

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Jazzonia – Mar 24

March 25th, 2009 — 8:32pm

Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.

Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?

Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!

In a whirling cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.

-Langston Hughes

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Green, I love you green – Mar 23

March 23rd, 2009 — 9:36pm

Green, I love you green
green wind, green branches…

-Federico GarcĂ­a Lorca

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little tree – Mar 22

March 22nd, 2009 — 8:50pm

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”

-E. E. Cummings

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Epitaph on a Tyrant – Mar 21

March 21st, 2009 — 9:57pm

Epitaph on a Tyrant

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

-W. H. Auden

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My Birthday! – Mar 20, the first day of spring

March 20th, 2009 — 6:11pm

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-E. E. Cummings

Today was the best birthday ever. <3

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HAPPINESS :) – Mar 19

March 19th, 2009 — 10:05pm

Today is non-returnable, make it unforgettable.

-Barbara Loots

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