Poetry

My Robin flew away…

    My Robin flew away… That morning was different. That horizon with the twilight hue of dawn was colorful. That air smelled of freshness. I was up and awake from a dreamless slumber, with dizziness of new awakening and anticipation...

The Moon of Dark Night

    The Moon of dark night   I am in love with the Moon, The line itself makes it poetic, isn’t it? Well, I may not be the only one…The grandeur of the moon captures many hearts.   I can’t reason...

valentines

I can be imperfect, as I am and love you still Love is not about seamless melding perfection to perfection but all those cracks, crags, crevices hoping (aching) to be filled http://lunaramble.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html Enchanting Romance, EV8 http://postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/

The Mnemosyne Monthly: Poem Forty-Three (Shikibu)

This month's Mnemosyne poem, by Izumi Shikibu, comes from The Ink Dark Moon and is translated by Jane Hirshfield, who I will interview this upcoming summer for Tiferet Talk. If you're not familiar with...

The Mnemosyne Monthly: Poem Forty-Two (Doolittle)

Orchard H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) As noted last week, The Mnemosyne Weekly has now become The Mnemosyne Monthly, and we're moving right along to the forty-second poem. What a joy it's been to carry these poems around...

Holiday Grace

One of the Family Frederick Cotman  1880   This week, instead of memorizing a poem for the Mnemosyne Weekly, I'll be spending time with family. But I'd still like to share a poem with you. No matter what...

A Season to Remember

for Miriam Some wounds, old wounds, with their ragged edges, with their hardened skin, never fully heal.   We sat in the dimmed living room, lights twinkling on the tree, listening to Christmas music, and she said, “My mother loved this time of year.”   I caught...

Mnemosyne Forty (Dickinson)

This Thursday, 12/13/12, I'll join twenty other fabulous poets to read at the Annual Gathering of the Poets Emily Dickinson Birthday Bash. The reading, which is hosted by Dave Parsons and the Montgomery County...

Not Enough Light

The milky way is not enough, the star-stream tapped from leaf veins, the indefatigable chloroplast, the hidden factory of golden nectar in loam, photons immolated in sacrifice to mold your bronze nakedness - still, not enough, not enough light! The sun...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Forty-One (Zagajewski)

I'd like to dedicate this week's Mnemosyne Weekly to the victims and survivors of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting and their families and friends. The poem, “Try to Praise the Mutilated World,” written by one of...