There was a time,
We now say: before this.
Then the long silence, the cliff drop, after this,
As the mind desperately claws back
To where hope ran wild.
~Therese Flanagan
Poetry
There was a time,
We now say: before this.
Then the long silence, the cliff drop, after this,
As the mind desperately claws back
To where hope ran wild.
~Therese Flanagan
I love this poem by Seamus Heaney. It's called: Whatever you say, say nothing
Human Chain, by Seamus Heaney
Stepping Stones: Interviews with Seamus Heaney, by Dennis O'Driscoll
the keeper of language : The Irish Times
Seamus Heaney died today in Dublin. He was one of my early poetry loves.
Seamus Heaney - Walking on air against his better judgment - The Boston Globe
I was fortunate enough to be able to get tickets to a reading he gave in Chicago last October. He was here to help us celebrate the 100th anniversary of Poetry magazine. What a lovely evening it was!
“Noli timere. - Seamus Heaney’s last words, in a text to his wife, Marie.”
Wallace Stevens is considered as an unapologetically Romantic poet of imagination. His search for meaning in a universe without religion in "Sunday Morning" is likened to Crane's energetic quest for meaning and symbol. In "The Poems of Our Climate," Stevens's desire to reduce poetry to essential terms, and then his countering resistance to this impulse, are explored.
April is poetry month. I read poetry year round and can't imagine a month without it, but I'm happy to celebrate it publicly every April. Some poems wind up becoming talismans -- something you carry and something that carries you. The poem becomes something you breathe; something you are. That is how I feel about Laura Fargas' poem, Kuan Yin, which can be found in her book of poems: An Animal of the Sixth Day.
Thank you, Laura Fargas.
Jane Hirshfield on Czeslaw Milosz - Reader's Almanac
Happy Thanksgiving, from my home to yours!
W.S. Merwin: Thanks
Harriet Maxwell Converse: The Thanksgivings (translated from a traditional Iroquois prayer)
I love his poetry.
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Paris Review - Jack Gilbert, The Art of Poetry, No.91
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Appetites of a Poetry Virtuoso in America - 'Collected Poems by Jack Gilbert - Dwight Garner - NYTimes
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Jack Gilbert: The Poetry Foundation
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The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart
Jack Gilbert - A Lyrical Ghost
This week's episode of KCRW's Bookworm, hosted by Michael Silverblatt -- one of the most nuanced readers to be heard anywhere -- features Mary Ruefle, noted poet, on her newest book release, a meditation on poetry: Madness, Rack, and Honey published by Wave Books.
Madness, Rack, and Honey is a collection of Ruefle's lectures on all things poetry. I'd buy the book for the chapter headings alone; I find them irresistable:
On Beginnings
Poetry and the Moon
On Sentimentality
On Theme
On Secrets: Eight Beginnings, Two Ends
On Fear
Madness, Rack, and Honey
My Emily Dickenson
Someone Reading a Book is a Sign of Order in the World
Remarks on Letters
Kangaroo Beach
I Remember, I Remember
Twenty-two Short Lectures
Lectures I Will Never Give
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I Remember, I Remember - On handsome roofers, attentive cows, and sudden tears of youth. - by Mary Ruefle - The Poetry Foundation
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UC Berkeley - Lunch Poems - Mary Ruefle