this poem was framed in the lobby of the amnesty international headquarters in london |
From the Republic of Conscience by Seamus Heaney When I landed in the republic of conscienceit was so noiseless when the engines stoppedI could hear a curlew high above the runway.At immigration, the ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 17:17:00 GMT |
Una Semana en Mexico D.F. |
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John |
--For my student, whose real name I never knewI never asked about your past.Last we met, your shirt spelled God Bless America in red and blue across your chestand you told me God was tiredwhen He made...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 23:07:00 GMT |
The Pendulum Swings Back |
It feels like the left-swing has just begun. Earth's gears perhaps just creaked into action. The election, America's long-awaited extention of diplomacy to Iran and Syria, the American newsmedia's sub...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 09:20:00 GMT |
The Unknown |
In honor of his resignation, here's an excerpt from Rumsfeld's little known collection of existentialist poetry. He's so genuis.The UnknownAs we know,There are known knowns.There are things we know we...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 18:49:00 GMT |
Native Unbeliever |
AfricaI need youMoroccoyour braids and swaying womenand men with thumb-sized drumsfill my dreams. But my hips do not sway like Arab girls'Afro-Arabia: I am not you.America: I am not myself. I once tol...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 14:38:00 GMT |
