I Never Wanted to Die —Dorianne Laux It’s the best part of the day, morning light sliding down rooftops, treetops, the birds pulling themselves up out of whatever stupor darkened their wings, night still in their throats. I never wanted to die. Even when those I loved died around me, away from me, beyond me. […]
Who Am I ? ~ Nazik al-Mala’ika The night asks who am I ? I am its secrets-anxious, black, profound I am its rebellious silence I have veiled my nature, with silence, Wrapped my heart in doubt And solemn, remained here gazing, while the ages ask me, Who am I ? The wind asks who […]
Beneath the Tree —Basho Translated from the Japanese by Hart Larrabee Beneath the tree In the soups and the salads Cherry blossoms everywhere! [Image descriptipn: Two rows of cherry trees in full bloom, with orderly rows of petals piled up on the green grass.]
Bath —Amy Lowell The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it […]
The Cat and The Moon —W. B. Yeats The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For, wander and wail as he would, The pure cold light in the sky Troubled […]
