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Friday Poem (0104)

Overtones I heard a bird at break of daySing from the autumn treesA song so mystical and calm, So full of certainties, No man, I think, could listen long Except upon his knees. Yet this was but a simple bird, Alone, among dead trees. William Alexander Percy

Friday Poem (1214)

I Am The People, The Mob I am the people-the mob-the crowd-the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me? I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and clothes. I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and…

Friday Poem (1207)

Hawk Roosting I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.Inaction, no falsifying dreamBetween my hooked head and hooked feet:Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat. The convenience of the high trees!The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s rayAre of advantage to me;And the earth’s face upward for my inspection. My feet are…

Friday Poem (1123)

10,000 Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,this is the best season of your life. Wu Men [Picture: "Autumn Moon," Ansel Adams, 1948]

Friday Poem (1026)

on the fire suicides of the buddhists "They only burn themselves to reach Paradise." Mme. Nhu original courage is good, motivation be damned, and if you say they are trained to feel no pain, are they guaranteed this? is is still not possible to die for somebody else? you sophisticates who lay back and make…

Friday Poem (1019)

Nobody heard him, the dead man,But still he lay moaning:I was much further out than you thoughtAnd not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larkingAnd now he’s deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always(Still the dead one lay…

Friday Poem (1012)

Put Out My Eyes Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;And without any feet can go to you;And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.Break off my arms, I shall take hold of youAnd grasp you with my heart as with a hand;Arrest…

Friday Poem

Eternal Circle I sang the song slowlyAs she stood in the shadowsShe stepped to the lightAs my silver strings spunShe called with her eyesTo the tune I’s a-playin’But the song it was longAnd I’d only begun Through a bullet of lightHer face was reflectin’The fast fading wordsThat rolled from my tongueWith a long-distance lookHer eyes…

Friday Poem

Dark Haired Miriam Ran Away On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning…

Friday Poem

Another poem by Nizar Qabbani. When I Love When I loveI feel that I am the king of timeI possess the earth and everything on itand ride into the sun upon my horse. When I loveI become liquid lightinvisible to the eyeand the poems in my notebooksbecome fields of mimosa and poppy. When I lovethe…