Tag: Poetry Friday

Permanence I can’t remember how old I was,but I used to stand in frontof the bathroom mirror, trying to imaginewhat it would be like…

New Every Morning Every morning is a fresh beginning,Listen my soul to the glad refrain.      And, spite of old sorrows      And older sinning,      Troubles forecasted      And possible pain,Take…

Whew. Friday at last, and a not a moment too soon. Happy Leap Year, everyone! The end of February is also here, and we’ll…

One terrible weekend when I was nine, I met a strange boy at the beach who walked up to me, said hello, and proceeded…

“To His Lover, That She Be Not Overdressed” And why take ye thought for raiment? —Matthew 6:28 The lilies of the fieldThat neither toil…

A Clear Midnight, by Walt Whitman This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,Away from books, away from art, the…

This is a winter poem. It uses the words ‘foul’ and ‘staring,’ and mentions blood and greasiness. For those reasons, I simply adore it….

Here’s a sad thing: For the last five months, I’ve lived in Scotland… and I have never really cared for Robert — or as…

“Street Moths,” by X.J. Kennedy, from The Lords of Misrule (Johns Hopkins University Press). If you haven’t read any X.J. Kennedy, you’re missing a…

“fame,” by Charles Bukowski. From Open All Night: New Poems (Black Sparrow Press). some want it, I don’t want it, Iwant to do whatever…