Orchards in July ~ Zbigniew Machej Translated by Czeslaw Milosz andRobert Hass Waters from cold springs and glittering minerals tirelessly wander. Patient, unceasing, they overcome granite, layers of hungry gravel, iridescent precincts of clay. If they abandon themselves to the black roots it’s only to go up, as high as possible through wells hidden under […]
Sometimes, the poem and the draw, in spite of being randomly done, sync up perfectly. Today is one of those days. Not only does the poem relate to the Gunnlod/Two of Cups card in its subject, but the author herself was a princess kept captive and excluded from society by her own father, just like […]
my poem ~ Lucille Clifton a love person from love people out of the afrikan sun under the sign of cancer. whoever see my midnight smile seeing star apple and mango from home. whoever take me for a negative thing, his death be on him like a skin and his skin be his heart’s revenge.
The Muse ~ Anna Akhmatova Translated from Russian by Sophie Laffitte When in the night I await her coming, My life seems stopped. I ask myself: What Are tributes, freedom, or youth compared To this treasured friend holding a flute? Look, she’s coming! She throws off her veil And watches me, steady and long. I […]
Blackberrying ~ Sylvia Plath Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes Ebon in the hedges, […]
