Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Thursday Thirteen

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13 Poems I love...(I know, I know, nobody feels like reading poetry anymore...)

1)Emily dickinson
Frequently the wood are pink
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be
And the Earth they tell me
On its Axis turned!
Wonderful Rotation!
By but twelve performed!


2)Sonnet #57 by Shakespeare
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I,my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
where you may be, or yours affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.


3)Shine Perishing Repulic by Robinson Jeffers
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and deca-
dence; and home to the mother.

You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stub-
bornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thick-
ening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there
are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught--they say--
God, when he walked on earth.

4)The Riots by Charles Bukowski

I've watched this city burn twice
in my lifetime
and the most notable thing
was the arrival of the
politicians in the
aftermath
proclaiming the wrongs of
the system
and demanding new
policies toward and for the
poor.

nothing was corrected last
time.
nothing will be corrected this
time.

the poor will remain poor.
the unemployed will remain
so.
the homeless will remain
homeless

and the politicians,
fat upon the land, will live
very well.

5)Two Kinds of Hell by Bukowski

6)September Song by Geoffrey Hill

born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42

Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
or passed over at the proper time.

As estimated, you died. Things marched,
sufficient, to that end.
Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented
terror, so many routine cries.

(I have made
an elegy for myself it
is true)

September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

This is plenty. This is more than enough.

7)Hurt Hawks by Robinson Jeffers
I

The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,

No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the redeemer will humble that head,

The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes.
The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those
That ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.

You do not know him, you communal people, or you have forgotten him;
Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him;
Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.

II

I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk;
but the great redtail
Had nothing left but unable misery
From the bone too shattered for mending, the wing that trailed under his talons when he moved.

We had fed him six weeks, I gave him freedom,
He wandered over the foreland hill and returned in the evening, asking for death,
Not like a beggar, still eyed with the old
Implacable arrogance.

I gave him the lead gift in the twilight.
What fell was relaxed, Owl-downy, soft feminine feathers; but what
Soared: the fierce rush: the night-herons by the flooded river cried fear at its rising
Before it was quite unsheathed from reality.

8)Three Deer One Coyote Running In The Snow by Gary Snyder
First three deer bounding
and then coyote streaks right after
tail flat out

I stand dumb a while two seconds
blankly black-and-white of trees and snow

Coyote's back!
good coat, fluffy tail,
sees me: quickly gone.


Later:
I walk through where they ran

to study how that news all got put down.
9)No Matter, Never Mind by Gary Snyder
The Father is the Void
The Wife Waves

Their child is Matter.

Matter makes it with his mother
And their child is Life,
a daughter.

The Daughter is the Great Mother
Who, with her father/brother Matter
as her lover,

Gives birth to the Mind.

10)Between Going and Staying by Octavio Paz

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.



11)Emily dickinson

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I ’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.

12)Civilization by Gary Snyder

Those are the people who do complicated things.

they'll grab us by the thousands
and put us to work.

World's going to hell, with all these
villages and trails.
Wild duck flocks aren't
what they used to be.
Aurochs grow rare.

Fetch me my feathers and amber

*

A small cricket
on the typescript page of
"Kyoto born in spring song"
grooms himself
in time with The Well-Tempered Clavier.
I quit typing and watch him through a glass.
How well articulated! How neat!

Nobody understands the ANIMAL KINGDOM.

*

When creeks are full
The poems flow
When creeks are down
We heap stones.

13)You by Borges

In all the world, one man has been born, one man has died.
To insist otherwise is nothing more than statistics, an impossible extension.
No less impossible than bracketing the smell of rain with your dream of two nights ago.
That man is Ulysses, Abel, Cain, the first to make constellations of the stars, to
build the first pyramid, the mans who contrived the hexagrams of the Book of
Changes, the smith who engraved runes on the sword of Hengist, Einar
Tambelskelver the archer, Luis de Léon, the bookseller who fathered Samuel
Johnson, Voltaire’s gardener, Darwin aboard the Beagle, a Jew in the death
chamber, and in time, you and I.
One man alone has died at Troy, at Metaurus, at Hastings, at Austerlits, at Trafalgar,
at Gettysburg.
One man alone has died in hospitals, in boats, in painful solitude, in the rooms of
habit and of love.
One man alone has looked on the enormity of dawn,
One man alone has felt on his tongue the fresh quenching of water, the flavour of
Fruit and of flesh,
I speak of the unique, the single man, he who is always alone.

32 comments:

Deep Stoat said...

I like Emily Dickinson too. Thanks for reminding me.

Candy Minx said...

Isn't she magic? I don't know how she did it...and her life is so private and cloaked. She had a way of using words ahh....

alBi said...

The day I saw beneath dark clouds
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out, I knew then, as I had before life is no passing memory of what has been nor the remaining pages in a great book waiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is in the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.

David Whyte

Candy Minx said...

Hey Albi, noce move with posting a poem here. You just made my day!

Nice to "meet" you!

Lyn said...

Whew! That's some poetry. Thanks for visiting my T13 - Classic Books I've Never Read Edition at Bloggin' Outloud. lgp

Minerva Jane said...

Oh delicious. First, Emily Dickinson is an old favorite. Espeially love that phrase "the power of butterfly." I've got a poet-friend, Sharon Leiter, who just completed a text on Dickinson. I'll send you the link when it's out. Also LOVE Snyder. The paring of language to its utmost puresness. Are you familiar with poetry daily (www.poems.com) and verse daily (www.versedaily.org). Poetry Daily is based out of Charlottesville, VA and I got to know them when I was interning with Tupelo Press. Every day (and I mean every day) they select one poem from a literary magazine and publish it. And finally, my favorite Borges poem of all time is Borges and I. Chec it out at www.georgetown.edu/faculty/irvinem/english016/borges/borges.html

Minerva Jane said...

Link got cut off--

http://www.georgetown.edu/faculty/irvinem/english016/borges/borges.html

Shannon said...

Great list of poets. I am a Dickinson fan myself.

Anonymous said...

I liked #8! Ever heard of Richard Brautigan?

Thanks for visiting!

Candy Minx said...

Yes, Janet, I have heard of Richard Bratigan and have read him too. He had a poem I was very fond of and it has slipped my mind, something about the material world. I'll have to go track that down. thanks for stopping by!

Minerva, I will go read the Borges poem shortly, thank you.

Poetry is such a great opportunity to sit and day dream I think.

Lyn and shannon, thanks for stopping by!

Tink said...

I love poetry. My favourite is W.B. Yeats and I like a lot on your list too!
My TT is about pets this week.

Darla said...

I admit I'm one of those who doesn't read much poetry anymore. # 12 in particular makes me reconsider that.

Thanks. :)

The Tempest said...

I love Emily Dickinson's "I'm nobody! Who are you?"
And Poe's "The Raven" it's so dark! :-)

Thanks for visiting my TT. I'm off to find a steak and a nap!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for visiting my TT! =o)

Your list is very nice and some of those poems are my fave too!

Tracy said...

Thanks for stopping by my 13.

I used to write poetry. Long ago. Back when my hubby used to write me love songs and play them on his guitar. Times change. Damn kids! :)

Something's Missing said...

This is a great list -- I don't know if I could narrow mine. I love prose of all sorts!

Thanks for visiting my TT!

Anonymous said...

I love them all, I also have some published poems. I love visiting the Carl Sandburg birthplace when I moved to IL.

Thanks for visiting my TT and your compliments on my blog. I cannot take full credit as we are an official Code Pink:Women for Peace site. If you are unfamiliar with CodePink and want the troops home, look up CodePink in any search engine for more info. You'll find my blog there under Local CodePink Groups as I am the Peoria coordinator.

Happy TT!

FRIDAY'S CHILD said...

Quite a long list. Adored some but didn't quite finish all of them.
Thanks for stopping by.

Candy Minx said...

Hey, I tooka chance and printed entire poems here...I really appreciate you all dropping by and even especially that you took time to read. I promise, I am going to make my future Thursday 13 succinct. I was experiemnting asnd really felt like dreaming.

Dariana, thanks for the update about the blog...you may share credit but it's still an incredible site and the idea is a good one! Well done. somebody has to desire peace on this maniac planet.

All, I am pretty blown away that many visitors today all said they like/love and even write poetry. whew wonderful!

Barbara said...

I used to love to read Emily Dickinson!

Thanks for stopping by my TT.

Fingers To Toes Photography said...

OHH what a lovely grouping!!!

Anonymous said...

I wish I had more time and interest in poetry. I used to write and read it all the time, but then the real world took over! Thanks for sharing and stopping by my TT!

* (asterisk) said...

Hey, you worked out how to do a widgety thing! I did Red's for her, and I must say, I think it wasn't very easy...

Ardice said...

You're right poetry isn't the in thing anymore and that's ashame. Wonderful list, I've always like Emily Dickinson.

Thanks for the visit. Have a wonderful weekend...

Candy Minx said...

Asterisk...it took me about five days! I was blaming myself, but now i got it figured out. Its cute and fun.

Unknown said...

Wow, And you posted them, not just the names, to share with us. Thank you very much! Thanks for stopping and commenting on my blog!
http://pimsplace.blogspot.com/

Anonymous said...

I like the poems from Borges and Paz :) Jenny (former Spanish teacher)

Julie said...

Thanks for stopping by my site! It's always great to meet other hockey fans :)

Emily Dickinson's poems are lovely. I've always liked her, and Walt Whitman. Great list!

Anonymous said...

I have never been a poetry fan, which bugs me. I should like it, right? thanks for sharing your favorites...

Anonymous said...

Nice list!

My TT is up!

Knitting Maniac said...

I love Emily, too! Great list!

Thanks for stopping by my TT and encouraging me. I really appreciate it!

Lynn said...

I particularly like #9, #10 & #11. I picked up a volume of Emily Dickinson a few years ago and recently discovered Jane Kenyon (I think....my kids moved the book so I can't glance at it right at the moment!). e.e. cummings is one of my favorite poets and I really enjoyed the collection that Garrison Keillor recently put together. It's nice to know people still enjoy reading poetry;-) Thanks for stopping by.

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