Emily Rosko, “Aubade”

Aubade (from Poetry) Emily Rosko There’s loneliness and there’s this— an unfrequented song, a startling voice across years. A shifting position, hymn from the hard bench, sharp something in there, glass-glinted. If the movement of trees in the weather front were enough. If the notes were off-pitch but piercing (which they are) as birdcall across […]

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Robert Creeley, “The Language”

The Language (from Poetry) Robert Creeley Locate I love you some- where in teeth and eyes, bite it but take care not to hurt, you want so much so little. Words say everything. I love you again, then what is emptiness for. To fill, fill. I heard words and words full of holes aching. Speech […]

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Paul Celan, “With a fieldmouse voice”

With a fieldmouse voice (from Guernica) Paul Celan (translation Ian Fairley) With a fieldmouse voice you squeak up, a sharp clamp, you bite through my vest into flesh, a cloth, you slip over my mouth, even as my talk would weigh you, shadow, down. Comment: Perhaps unfairly, I thought of this as a study for […]

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Finding Someone, 2/26/14

I keep telling a friend to find someone who loves him for who he is, what he stands for. One who will see the good he does for others as well as his actually enjoying life, and not take either virtue for granted. And I keep wondering if I’m setting the bar too high.

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6/5/13

The sun beats down upon the ground and every step in the thick air feels forced. These days there are many musings. Sometimes a stray cloud looks out of place against a steeled blue. Was thinking of that warmth she had, displayed in otherwise routine moments. How she brightened when others talked, encouraging them to […]

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