(for my daughter)
Composed in a shine of laughing, Monique brings in sacks
of groceries, unloads them, straightens, and stretches her back.The child was a girl, the girl is a woman; the shift
is subtle and absolute, worn like a gift.The woman, once girl once child, now is deft in her ease,
is door to the forum, is cutter of keys.In space that her torque and lift have prefigured and set free
between her mother and her child the woman stands
having emptied her hands.
April 8, 2008
Between – Marie Ponsot
April 6, 2008
A Very Short Song – Dorothy Parker
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad –
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
August 29, 2006
For A Lady Who Must Write Verse – Dorothy parker
Unto seventy years and seven,
Hide your double birthright well—
You, that are the brat of Heaven
And the pampered heir to Hell.Let your rhymes be tinsel treasures,
Strung and seen and thrown aside.
Drill your apt and docile measures
Sternly as you drill your pride.Show your quick, alarming skill in
Tidy mockeries of art;
Never, never dip your quill in
Ink that rushes from your heart.When your pain must come to paper,
See it dust, before the day;
Let your night-light curl and caper,
Let it lick the words away.Never print, poor child, a lay on
Love and tears and anguishing,
Lest a cooled, benignant Phaon
Murmur, “Silly little thing!”
August 25, 2006
Sometimes – Sheenagh Pugh
Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.
August 23, 2006
The Name – Alexander Pushkin
What is my name to you? ‘T will die:
a wave that has but rolled to reach
with a lone splash a distant beach;
or in the timbered night a cry …‘T will leave a lifeless trace among
names on your tablets: the design
of an entangled gravestone line
in an unfathomable tongue.What is it then? A long-dead past,
lost in the rush of madder dreams,
upon your soul it will not cast
Mnemosyne’s pure tender beams.But if some sorrow comes to you,
utter my name with sighs, and tell
the silence: “Memory is true –
there beats a heart wherein I dwell.”
A Lost Chord – Adelaide Procter
Seated one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel’s Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.It linked all perplexéd meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease.I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
That one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the Organ,
And entered into mine.It may be that Death’s bright angel
Will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen.
Threnody – Dorothy Parker
Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
If I bowled it down the street,
Who’s to say it mattered?
If there’s one that rode away
What would I be missing?
Lips that taste of tears, they say,
Are the best for kissing.Eyes that watch the morning star
Seem a little brighter;
Arms held out to darkness are
Usually whiter.
Shall I bar the strolling guest,
Bind my brow with willow,
When, they say, the empty breast
Is the softer pillow?That a heart falls tinkling down,
Never think it ceases.
Every likely lad in town
Gathers up the pieces.
If there’s one gone whistling by
Would I let it grieve me?
Let him wonder if I lie;
Let him half believe me.
August 1, 2006
Between Going And Coming – 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.
July 31, 2006
Fighting Words – Dorothy Parker
Say my love is easy had,
Say I’m bitten raw with pride,
Say I am too often sad—
Still behold me at your side.Say I’m neither brave nor young,
Say I woo and coddle care,
Say the devil touched my tongue—
Still you have my heart to wear.But say my verses do not scan,
And I get me another man!
July 30, 2006
You Know Where You Did Despise – Alexander Pope
You know where you did despise
(Tother day) my little Eyes,
Little Legs, and little Thighs,
And some things, of little Size,
You know where.You, tis true, have fine black eyes,
Taper legs, and tempting Thighs,
Yet what more than all we prize
Is a Thing of little Size,
You know where.