2011 02 15

74AlmanacJohn Philips d.1709; Mirza Ghalib d.1869; Stacie Cassarino b.1975; Barbara Guest d.2006

Reading, each both silently and aloud —

  1. The Darkest Hour — David Yezzi [E-Verse Radio] Structure and spacing do matter. Another of my pet peeves about way too many organizations or publications that post poetry on the Internet, including many that ought know better, how they don’t show any sign of basic respect for the poet, the poem, or the reader, with their commercial interests or some other whim or neglect or ignorance taking precedence.
  2. Mid February — Ann Campanella [The Writer’s Almanac] A fine addition to my little collection of February poems. “I am waiting for the sun to shine again, / to learn how to unfurl my heart in its warmth.”
  3. Chicago and December — W. S. Di Piero [Poetry Out Loud] But I’ve not yet launched either my December collection nor my Chicago collection, although I know both will have more voices than February has been given. That’s ok, this poem reads well now.
  4. It Gets Cold Out — Serena Chopra [No Tell Motel] Nor November, not just yet. But again, reads well today, even with the brief intermission of warmth our region has had the past few days.
  5. Bone Fires — Mark Jarman [Poetry Daily] A cleansing. Purification, we call it, thinking purity to be defined by the absence of impurities.
  6. Dirty Stump: upon reading Plath — Stuart Barnes [qarrtsiluni] As in.
  7. The Way We Go On — Charles Gillispie [Verse Daily] “about the yard” – this, and that.
  8. What Elizabeth Bishop Could Not Know — Afaa M. Weaver [Poets.org] And vice versa, certainly.
  9. What Great Grief Has Made the Empress Mute — June Jordan [Poem of the Day] Words are just as much without the poem. Really they are. That’s why they work so well with the poem.
  10. Rimer — Ambrose Bierce [Representative Poetry Online] As in.
  11. Siren Song — Margaret Atwood [Poetry Archive] Can’t help but love her poetry.
  12. A Red, Red Rose — Robert Burns [Poetry In Voice] Worth refreshing a rusting memorization of.
  13. about hummingbirds and night wind — M. E. Csamer [Canadian Poetry Online] One of my fave birds.
  14. Kill a Rabbit — Jody Azzouni [Black Cat Poems] “when you’re drunk enough for it to make an impression, / something dead will recognize you’re its father”
  15. Peter’s Request — Mitchell Geller [Lilt] A lilting triolet.
  16. Portion Given — Amaud Jamaul Johnson [From the Fishouse] “I don’t want to hear / How it might have ended.”
  17. The Mouse’s Nest — John Clare; with reading by Michael Collier [Poets on Poets]
  18. Modern Love: IV [“All other joys of life he strove to warm”] — George Meredith [Wikisource] “Or if Delusion came, ’twas but to show / The coming minute mock the one that went.”
  19. Sonnets from the Portuguese: X [“Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed”] — Elizabeth Barrett Browning [Wikisource]
  20. In Memoriam A. H. H.: XIV [“If one should bring me this report”] — Alfred, Lord Tennyson [Wikisource] “I should not feel it to be strange.”
  21. Sonnet XLVI [“Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war”] — William Shakespeare [EServer Poetry Collection] “My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie”
  22. Vixi Puellis Nuper Idoneus … — Sir Thomas Wyatt [The Oxford Book of English Verse] “And I have leave to go, of her goodness; / And she also to use new-fangleness.”
  23. Psalm CXXXVII: The Babylonian Captivity — Joel Barlow [Yale Book of American Verse] “My hand shall perish and my voice shall cease.”
  24. The Raven and Other Poems: The Haunted Palace — Edgar Allan Poe [Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore] “A hideous throng rush out forever / And laugh — but smile no more.”
  25. A Boy’s Will: The Vantage Point — Robert Frost [Wikisource] Removed to that arrogant distance.
  26. The Joy of the Drop: Ghazal 1 [“The world is nothing but the birth of the beloved”] — Mirza Ghalib (d.2/15/1869)
  27. You I choose, of all the world alone — Rumi (translated by R. A. Nicholson) [Poem of the Week (Sarah E. Smith)] As always.
  28. Seams — Hazel Hall [Poetry 365] Not to worry, happens to me all the time.
  29. The Splendid Shilling — John Philips (d.2/15/1709) [Representative Poetry Online]
  30. Snowshoe to Otter Creek — Stacie Cassarino (b.2/15/1975) [Poetry Foundation] “There is no single moment of loss, there is / an amassing.”
  31. Echoes — Barbara Guest (d.2/15/2006) [Poets.org] “like the white chandelier”
  32. Distant Incident on Paper with Square Holes — Wayne Koestenbaum [Guernica] “I based my unbuttoned shirt on her newfangled malady.” Works for me.
  33. Double Doors — Carolyn Gregory [Off the Coast]
  34. need — Christine Tierney [Soundzine]
  35. Crocuses — Denton Crocker [The Aroostook Review] “waiting for those same signals / that cause us after a long winter to spring forth”
  36. Diagnostics — Mathias Svalina [Blackbird]
  37. Two poems: (1) Learning to Spell; and (2) The Hiding Moon — Anne Collins [Stylus Poetry Journal]
  38. The Quadrumvirate — Mark Smith [Great Works] “Misery is preferred, the warm / burrow where worms grow / moonstruck and unsettled with the voices of unreason uttering, willing submission / forcing closure in a place where I cannot step outside my footsteps.”
  39. The Ugly Americans — Amy King [Jacket] Born and raised to be.
  40. More reading and re-archiving from the Internet Archive: Funeral thoughts — Ita Kane [Electric Acorn] “Winter is but far… ” – but very far.
  41. Nostalgia — Charles Wright [Valparaiso Poetry Review] I’m sorry, but unexpected “like a wave”? Oh. “May it never arrive, Lord, may it never arrive.” Or when it does, as it will, that it does so like a wave. Unexpected.
  42. Rufus At Ocean Beach — Tony Lucas [Ambit] “The king is on his boogie board, / bragging and cursing in the breakers / like some red-head bull seal.”
  43. All Lit Up, Combing Her Hair — Katalin Ladik [Asheville Poetry Review] “She is drowning under the glory. / Combing her hair in the waves.”
  44. Mysterious Neighbors — Connie Wanek [American Life in Poetry]
  45. Dim — Jim Daniels [Poetry Foundation] “I’m looking around / his dark room for a joke or some / decent words to lay on him.” Wrote him this instead.
  46. Renovations — W. S. Di Piero [Poetry Foundation] “Banana plants flap” – subtitled.
  47. Starting over — Dana Gioia [The New Criterion] “Another lover gone in bitter recrimination.” Oh well. Next?
  48. Cardamom Buds — Mary Ruefle [The Best American Poetry] Been a while since I first read this; enjoyed revisiting.
  49. And among those re-read today from the stack I read and listed a month ago here: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love — Christopher Marlowe [Poetry Out Loud] Conquest beyond the aimless fleeting whim.
  50. Cold Irons Bound — Bob Dylan [Bob Dylan] “There’s too many people, too many to recall / I thought some of ’m were friends of mine, I was wrong about ’m all” – that, or wrong to expect anything good of a friend.
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