Tag: Poetry

  • Sunday Prayer

    A Necessary Autumn Inside Each You and I have spoken all these words, but as for the way we have to go, words are no preparation.  There is no getting ready, other than grace.  My faults have stayed hidden.  One might call that a preparation! I have one small drop of knowing in my soul.…

  • Poetry: Music to the Mind

    Scientists at the University of Exeter have found that poetry arouses the same regions of the brain as those that respond to music. In research published in the Journal of Consciousness Studies, the team found activity in a “reading network” of brain areas which was activated in response to any written material. But they also found…

  • Sunday Prayer

    THIRD HEAVEN Because the spirit, too, knows loneliness disasters happen in the universe and someone like myself, smallest of men, finds grace, a nimbus on the wall at noon. After the hurricane, I drove back home from hiding out safely inside a church. I saw downed oaks squashed across roof on roof or telephone wires;…

  • Monday’s Poem

    Still Life Westerly sun’s glow Casts shimmering Golden Patterns on Hardwood maple Glints Pale yellow Faceted Italian gold Bracelet Bought in Venice Thirty-five years ago Israeli globe earrings Turquoise stones Spatter Mediterranean blue Amidst coral beads Leather bound journal Dragonfly wing Lacquered yellow On a sun seared White pebbled path These treasures Strewn together Loosely…

  • Sunday Prayer

    The clear bead at the center changes everything.  There are no edges to my loving now. You’ve heard it said there’s a window that opens from one mind to another, but if there’s no wall, there’s no need for fitting the window, or the latch. — RUMI —

  • New Syrian Poetry Relies on Literal Images

    Reposted from Melville House website: New Syrian poetry emerging amid violence by Nick Davies With the news in Syria centered around the chemical attacks andPresident Obama’s plan for military intervention, Leigh Cuen reported this week forAl Jazeera about another, perhaps unexpected, result of the ongoing civil war in the Middle Eastern country: an invigorated poetry scene unlike anything Syria has…

  • Saturday’s Poem

    Lips Long Since Returned to Forest Mulch The Maya wrote their concept of zero as a resting oval with small curved lines, one on top two at the bottom, coming together in points at either end. Three shorter lines rise within like eyelashes or tiny sails. The glyph is a leaf, a seed, an eye…

  • Nanos Valoritis on Literature and Poetry

    Here’s a poem of his — “Endless Crucifixion” — from the late-20th century. Nanos Valaoritis (b. 1921) is a widely acknowledged Greek poet, novelist, essayist and translator. After completing his studies in Athens, London and Sorbonne, he moved to London in 1944, where he translated modernist Greek poets from the 1930’s and contributed regularly to avant-guard literary…

  • Poem for a Wednesday

    “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” – written and performed by Warsan Shire You are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy…

  • Sunday’s Poem

    Noshi Gillani Is a poet from Pakistan who writes in Urdu. Noshi Gillani was born in Pakistan in 1964. Her fifth collection of poems: Ay Meeray Shureek-E-Risal-E-Jaan, Hum Tera Intezaar Kurtay Rahey (O My Beloved, I Kept Waiting for You) was published in Pakistan in 2008. Can Someone Bring Me My Entire Being? My arms, my eyes, my face? I am a…