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To Any Reader

To Any Reader by Robert Lewis Stevenson As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book, Another child, far, far away, And in another garden, play. But do not think you can at all, By knocking on […]

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Battle of the Saints

The galleon’s shadow

I In the islet’s museum there is a twisted wine bottle, crusted with fool’s gold from the iron- cold depth below the redoubt. It has been listed variously by experts: one, that a galleon blown by a hurricane out of Cartagena, this far east, had bled a trail of gold bullion and wine from its […]

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A fairer House than Prose

I dwell in Possibility by Emily Dickinson I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest – […]

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A Living Armoury?

The Dead Crab by Andrew Young A rosy shield upon its back, That not the hardest storm could crack, From whose sharp edge projected out Black pin-point eyes staring about; Beneath, the well-knit cote-armure That gave to its weak belly power; The clustered legs with plated joints That ended in stiletto points; The claws like […]

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The Wine-Dark Sea is Twelve!

Lissa at the Bonny Glen is celebrating and reminds me that our blogs share a birthday. Today I didn’t have time to think of writing much because we were out of the house most of the day celebrating a different birthday, that of Lucy’s best friend, E., who turns 4 tomorrow. Actually, it was sort […]

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Sublunary

Sublunary by A. E. Stallings Mid-sentence, we remembered the eclipse, Arguing home through our scant patch of park Still warm with barrel wine, when none too soon We checked the hour by glancing at the moon, Unphased at first by that old ruined marble Looming like a monument over the hill, So brimmed with light […]

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Poems by Heart

As I’m reading Omeros, I’ve also been reading a bit about Derek Walcott, curious about his life an influences and such. This piece from Caribbean Beat has some interesting details. It seems he lived in Boston for some years, teaching at Harvard and later at Boston University. I like the image here of him causing […]

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Toppling Towers

Toppling Towers Tap carefully at the end of each small beam Testing, like a child who pushes on the wainscot, seeking the secret space behind a concealed panel, Thinking she is in a mysterious story. And when you find one whose looseness announces that it is not load bearing, ease it out slowly lest you […]

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