I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a […]
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The Windhover
13-Oct-07Cousin Nancy
31-Oct-06Cousin Nancy Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them — The barren New England hills — Riding to hounds Over the cow-pasture. Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked And danced all the modern dances; And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it, But […]
Monet’s Lilies Shuddering
21-Apr-06Monet never knew he was painting his “Lilies” for a lady from the Chicago Art Institute who went to France and filmed today’s lilies by the “Bridge at Giverny” a leaf afloat among them the film of which now flickers at the entrance to his framed visions with a Debussy piano soundtrack flooding with a […]
God’s Grandeur
01-Sep-05The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; […]
Spring
10-Apr-05Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people […]
Instantes
22-Feb-05Instantes Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida en la pr�xima tratar�a de cometer m�s errores. No intentar�a ser tan perfecto… me relajar�a m�s. Ser�a m�s tonto de lo que he sido; de hecho tomar�a muy pocas cosas con seriedad. Ser�a menos higi�nico. Correr�a m�s riesgos, har�a m�s viajes, contemplar�a m�s atardeceres, subir�a m�s monta�as, nadar�a […]
tenno
17-Jan-05..the notes rose and they fell – moving with easy grace through the evening air and across the rest of her life… yes, we are, handfuls of dust, yet, made of stars, you have fastened, across the walls, of this room without ceiling, but our aimless exsistance is given meaning, when at the threshold, without […]
Bookstore Plunder
10-Aug-04My plunder from the tonight’s trip to the bookstore: Selected Odes of Pablo Neruda: wonderful immortalization of the everyday … This book is a collection of his odes on subjects like the moon on the ocean (a la luna del mar), a chestnut on the ground (a una casta