Here’s a nice love-poem I found on poetryfoundation.org:
A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention
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In honor of an admittedly rare for Phoenix cool and cloudy day, I submit this short poem by Wallace Stevens:
On the Manner of Addressing Clouds Continue Reading
We had an uncommon wind and rain storm yesterday here in Phoenix, Arizona. It was unexpected and wonderful in the sense that it made everything look different because it defied our expectations. About this time of year, usually, it is just starting to get warm and even hot during the noon-time day hours. For some reason, many people dread the oncoming heat. So a breezy rainstorm, though uncommon, was welcome.
A Day After the Storm
Here are two book reports; one on:
http://www.amazon.com/Verse-Universe-Poems-Science-Mathematics/dp/1571314075
And one on:
http://www.amazon.com/In-Dybbuks-Raincoat-Collected-Poems/dp/0826337872
I’ve posted poems from both these books and am afraid if I don’t stop and review these books I am inadvertently going to serialize both books in their entirety! And that would not be right. Continue Reading
After Reading St. John the Divine
Moon’s glow by seven fold multiplied, turned red,
Burned fierce by the coronal limbs at last Continue Reading
Last Tuesday 03-24-15 was American Beat Poet Lawrence Ferlingetti’s 96th birthday.
Lawrence-Ferlinghetti–014.jpg www.theguardian.com
His poetry has long been an inspiration to me and in fact it was his poetry that got me seriously interested in English poetry and caused me to further delve into German language poetry. He wrote one of my all time favorite poems – I even set it to song long ago:
Lost Parents Continue Reading
Hope everyone has had (or possibly still having…) a fabulous St. Patrick’s Day.
As promised, here is another poem by James Clarence Mangan, Irish poet (1803-49), titled –
And Then No More
I saw her once, one little while, and then no more:
‘Twas Eden’s light on Earth awhile, and then no more. Continue Reading
The One Mystery
Dark Clouds www.irishviews.com
‘Tis idle! we exhaust and squander
The glittering mine of thought in vain;
All-baffled reason cannot wander
Beyond her chain.
The flood of life runs dark – dark clouds
Make lampless night around its shore:
The dead, where are they? In their shrouds –
Man knows no more. Continue Reading
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; Continue Reading
Flow Blue China
No real flowers would give of themselves
as these do, the soft tips of their petals
easing out under the painted gold borders, Continue Reading
Alan Olee Book Report 