Rose Mary Boehm: “Leisure” by Hans Magnus Enzensberg
lawn mower, sunday
decapitating the seconds
and the grass.
August 1, 2021 · 3 Comments
John Samuel Tieman: After Jorge Guillén
You slept and your arms stretched and almost caressed
my insomnia.
February 19, 2021 · 1 Comment
Yehuda Amichai: A Child is Something Else Again
A child is something else again. Wakes up
in the afternoon and in an instant he’s full of words,
in an instant he’s humming, in an instant warm,
instant light, instant darkness.
August 7, 2020 · Leave a comment
Edna St. Vincent Millay: “Parisian Dream” by Charles Baudelaire
And, proud of what my art had done,
I viewed my painting, knew the great
Intoxicating monotone
Of marble, water, steel and slate.
July 31, 2020 · Leave a comment
Justin Vicari: Encounters with Rimbaud
It’s found again.
What? — Eternity.
It’s the sea
making love to the sun.
May 8, 2020 · 2 Comments
Eva-Maria Simms, Michael Simms: Translating Rilke
Every thing is protected
by a grace ready for flight,
every stone and flower
every child at night.
December 6, 2019 · 2 Comments
Rainer Maria Rilke: Archaic Torso of Apollo
there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
October 6, 2019 · Leave a comment
