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Tag: Tuesday poem

Posted on 6 March 2012

Poem – Trumbull Stickney’s “Mnemosyne”

It’s autumn in the country I remember. How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber During the long sun-sweetened summer-days. It’s cold abroad the country I remember. The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain At midday with a wing aslant and limber; And yellow cattle browsed …

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Posted on 21 February 201221 February 2012

Tuesday poem – “Fault”

A mistake. An error of judgement. A penalty brought against a quiet city. Stroll through the park, lunchtime almost over. A defect, a small disappointment. A summer day laden with clouds, grey light that softens the walls, the stone and brick, the glass. Less than expected. Someone to blame. A sparrow rests lightly on the …

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Posted on 14 February 2012

Tuesday poem – “Odyssey”, by Karen Zelas

There are no maps to ease the passage of the godless. Already he is where none can follow. He has climbed into this space, this cavern in near-night, in the far-distance, driven. Cries that crash in forests of memory. Hunter and hunted, and which is he? Obscured in semi-darkness, crouched head bent to bony knees, …

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Posted on 31 January 2012

Tuesday Poem – ‘To His Bibliophilic Wife’

for Stewart Had we shelf-space enough, and time, This gluttony, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and read away The afternoons of our love’s long day; You, by the fickle muse’s side Through Poetry stroll; I, in the tide Of Comedians’ Biographies drift. We would Build ourselves an ark of Fantasy, and flood The kitchen-cum-dining …

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Posted on 21 September 201020 September 2010

Tuesday Poem – “Otherwise”, by Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have …

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