Words by Sylvia Plath
filed in English Poetry on Jun.26, 2009
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses…
Archive for June, 2009:
Waking at 3 a.m. by William Stafford
filed in English Poetry on Jun.26, 2009
Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn’t matter–even in that
big room no one can see…
By Circumstances Fed by Delmore Schwartz
filed in English Poetry on Jun.25, 2009
By circumstances fed
Which divide attention
Among the living and the dead…
Old Age Gets Up by Ted Hughes
filed in English Poetry on Jun.25, 2009
Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks
An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again
Ponders
Ideas that collapse
At the first touch of attention…
Celebration by Denise Levertov
filed in English Poetry on Jun.25, 2009
Brilliant, this day ? a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
deft hands. And every prodigy of green ?
whether it’s ferns or lichens or needles
or impatient points of buds on spindly bushes…
An Afternoon by Raymond Carver
filed in English Poetry on Jun.24, 2009
As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
The tide is going out across the shingle.
But it isn’t that. No…
Edmonton, thy cemetery by Stevie Smith
filed in English Poetry on Jun.24, 2009
Edmonton, thy cemetery
In which I love to tread
Has roused in me a dreary thought
For all the countless dead,
Ah me, the countless dead…
