H.D. (Hilda Doolittle): The Walls Do Not Fall
tendons, muscles shattered, outer husk dismembered,
yet the frame held:
we passed the flame: we wonder
what saved us? what for?
August 20, 2021 · Leave a comment
Daisy Fried: So Much Depends on WCW
William Carlos Williams was a furious poetic revolutionary — furiously working over a lifetime to reinvent American poetry, furious at poetry he considered backward, and at critics and editors who … Continue reading
June 11, 2021 · 4 Comments
T.E. Hulme: Autumn
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
October 18, 2019 · Leave a comment
Lola Ridge: The Dream
But the day is an up-turned cup
and its sun a junk of red iron
guttering in sluggish-green water
May 24, 2019 · 1 Comment
Doug Anderson: Rediscovering our world through poetry
Morning rumination: Hive mind, large and small. Some years ago, having been trained in the tight modernist lyric, the poem that adds up to the neat conclusion, usually with an … Continue reading
December 12, 2014 · Leave a comment
