Daily Poem: After Twenty Years ~ Fadwa Tuquan

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After Twenty Years ~ Fadwa Tuquan (translated from Arabic by unknown translator) Here the foot prints stop; Here the moon Lies with the wolves, the dogs, and the stones, Behind the rocks and tents, behind the trees. Here the moon Sells its face every night, For a dagger, a candle, a braid of rain. Don’t […]

Daily Poem: Fragoletta ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Fragoletta ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne LOVE! what shall be said of thee? The son of grief begot by joy? Being sightless, wilt thou see? Being sexless, wilt thou be Maiden or boy? I dreamed of strange lips yesterday And cheeks wherein the ambiguous blood Was like a rose’s–yea, A rose’s when it lay Within the bud. […]

Daily Poem: The Port ~ Charles Baudelaire

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The Port ~ Charles Baudelaire, Translated from French by Michael Hamburger A port is a delightful place of rest for a soul weary of life’s battles. The vastness of the sky, the mobile architecture of the clouds, the changing coloration of the sea, the twinkling of the lights, are a prism marvelously fit to amuse […]

Daily Poem: Response (For Eileen) ~ Bob Kaufman

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Response (For Eileen) ~ Bob Kaufman Sleep little one, sleep for me The deep sleep of love. You are loved, awake or dreaming. You are loved. Dancing winds will sing for you, Ancient gods will pray for you, A poor lost poet will love you, As stars appear In the dark Skies.

Daily Poem: To The Spider In the Crevice/Behind The Toilet Door ~ Janet Sutherland

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To The Spider In the Crevice/Behind The Toilet Door ~ Janet Sutherland i have left you four flies three are in the freezer next to the joint of beef the other is wrapped in christmas paper tied with a pink ribbon beside the ironing table in the hall should you need to contact me in […]

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