Poetry

addendum: on i-it and the god we repress

god is the between of an i and a thou, and it is precisely this existential dialogue with all that exists, our "essential deed" as buber called it, that which we repress within us...

Waiting for you

Waiting for you   Waiting for you, as the days and the nights come and go… I will continue waiting till the end of time. Ever since you left me in this world, my soul went after you,  traveling from...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Twenty-Six (Wilbur)

Richard Wilbur "Apology" From Things of This World I've long admired Richard Wilbur's beautiful poetry, which is playful, formal, and perfectly polished. This poem, which I pulled from New and Collected Poems, but which originally appeared in Things of This World, is a little...

I Know You Very Well by Courtney Joan

I know you very well. I know what makes you angry. I know when you are lying, And when you tell the truth. Nothing you do surprises me. You are an easy book to read. And...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Thirty-Nine (Amichai)

San Carlos Wildflowers John Fowler This week I've fallen in love with a new (to me) poet, Yehuda Amichai, whose selected poems I picked up at Half Price Books a few weeks ago and have been devouring...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Fourteen

This week I'll be memorizing "Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802" by William Wordsworth. Here we're invited to observe a beautiful, peaceful, blissful moment that, in its description and stillness, has always felt like a painting...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Thirty-Five (Millay)

Nana Édouard Manet Oil on Canvas, 1877 This week's poem, "First Fig," by the ever clever Edna St. Vincent Millay, is quite different from the other short poems I've memorized in that the others have had a...

The Art of Noticing

“The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice.” ---Joseph Campbell Our multi-tasking/sound bite/microwave/remote-control culture encourages Noise instead of Noticing; Entertainment, not Engagement.  We have instant everything, from messages...

Theatre of Dreams

The sun is my spotlight that One in the royal digs guides its way   But no one knows I'm in it no one is clapping because surprise you're in it too!   So let's put on a good show for our sparkling audience to...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Twenty-Four (Jeffers)

"Praise Life" Robinson Jeffers First, just let me say that, without question, there should be more postage stamps of poets. I'm sure all of you reading this entry would agree--and you might even tell me that...