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Bonne Maman

    Bonne Maman In the dim room she has a light to read by. One foot rocks the cradle as she turns the pages of her book. The lamp burns more brightly than you’d think and she’s covered the cot with a blanket to block the lamp’s light and the drafts. Until she thinks […]

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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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Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines

by Pablo Neruda translated by W. S. Merwin Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, “The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.” The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. […]

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To Hear an Oriole Sing

A poem which is currently taped to the cupboard above the toaster oven. Has been for at least six months. I still haven’t managed to memorize it, but I’ve spent some time pondering it, at least. To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the […]

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For the Time Being

an excerpt from the Flight into Egypt section of For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio by W.H. Auden I posted this two years ago and fell in love with it and went and bought the book. And I still haven’t finished reading the whole thing because, honestly, it drags. And this might be the […]

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Filleadh ón Antartach [Return from Antarctica]

  by Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh He can still hear it: the glaciers rasping, their ratcheting in the distance, the snow-quiet. And still he remembers gulping unsullied freshness to clarify his lungs, the holy coldness blessing his skin. He gave his heart to that stinging brightness, that taciturn redoubt, that uncluttered country. But no choice except […]

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Ring out the old, ring in the new

Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, […]

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