Poetry Corner Pt. 7 |
"The Widow's Lament in Springtime"William Carlos WilliamsSorrow is my own yardwhere the new grassflames as it has flamedoften before but notwith the cold firethat closes round me this year.Thirtyfive ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 23:47:00 GMT |
Lyric Corner Pt. 2 |
Brand New"Play Crack the Sky"Sent out the SOS call It was a quarter past four in the morning When the storm broke our second anchor line Four months at sea, four months of calm seas to be pounded In t...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 13:46:00 GMT |
Lyric Corner Pt. 1 |
My Chemical Romance"Welcome to the Black Parade"When I was a young boyMy father took me into the cityTo see a marching bandHe said, "Son, when you grow upWould you be the savior of the brokenThe beate...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 14:13:00 GMT |
Poetry Corner Pt. 6 |
Randall Jarrell"The X-Ray Waiting Room in the Hospital"I am dressed in my big shoes and wrinkled socksAnd one of the light blue, much-laundered smocksThe men and women of this country wear.All of us m...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 09:02:00 GMT |
Poetry Corner Pt. 5 |
Emily Dickinson341After great pain, a formal feeling comes--The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs--The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,And Yesterday, or Centuries before?The Feet, mechanic...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 05:28:00 GMT |
Real friends post bulletins? |
It's not that I won't re-post the bulletin because I'm not your friend... it's that I think generic "re-post this bulletin if you're my friend!" bulletins are dumb.Have a nice day.
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 16:00:00 GMT |
Poetry Corner Pt. 4 |
Thom Gunn "A Blank" The years of grief being through, they had to merge In one last grief, with one last property; To view itself like loosened cloud lose edge, And pull apart, and leave a voided sky...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Nov 2005 19:47:00 GMT |
Poetry Corner Pt. 3 |
Marie Howe
"Practicing"
I want to write a love poem for the girls I kissed in seventh grade,
a song for what we did on the floor in the basement
of somebody's parents' house, a hymn for what w...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Mar 2005 00:01:00 GMT |
Poetry Corner Pt. 2 |
Introduction, by Plath:Here is a poem spoken by a girl with an Electra complex. Her father died while she thought he was God. Her case is complicated by the fact that her father was also a Nazi and he...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Mar 2005 00:01:00 GMT |
Poetry Corner Pt. 1 |
Marge Piercy
"What's That Smell in the Kitchen?"
All over America women are burning dinners.
It's lambchops in Peoria; it's haddock
in Providence; it's steak in Chicago;
tofu delight in Big Sur...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Mar 2005 00:01:00 GMT |
