You, my messenger ~ Shilabhattarika You, my messenger are a tender sprig but I trust you with a secret dispatch. Go to the wind-tossed forest where that dark man awaits me. Black clouds trouble the heavens, Spring breezes stir and the heart also stirs. But go to him safely. May the gods keep a close […]
This poem makes me think of Angrboda. She does everything ~ Stephanie Bennett-Henry She does everything with passion stained hands. Looks at the world with burning, fire-lit eyes, loves with a splintering chaos, deep in her bones and smiles with a secret mouthful of mischief. She feels everything all at once or not at all, […]
Poem 92 ~Gaspara Stampa As when a mountain oak, struck and beaten From every side by fierce, contrary winds (One being stronger now, and then the other), Thousands of times seems on the point of falling, Just so my life, my weak and fragile powers —Beaten by hope at times, at times by fear, When […]
Tulips ~ Sylvia Plath The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given […]
Sonnet X ~Louise Labé (Translated from French by Judith Thurman) When I catch sight of your fair head garlanded with living laurel, making your sad lute sound so well that you compel to rise and be your followers rocks and trees—when I see you adorned in virtues legion, chief in honour among men, then does […]
