Tag Archives: Poems

“It Is Enough to Enter” by Todd Boss

Blogger’s Note:  I borrowed this poem from the poetry book “Pitch” by Todd Boss, copyright 2012 by Todd Boss, published by W.W. Norton & Company. It Is Enough to Enter the templar halls of museums, for example, or the chambers of churches, … Continue reading

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“Snow” by Frederick Seidel

Snow is what it does. It falls and it stays and it goes. It melts and it is here somewhere. We all will get there.

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“Last Spring” by Gottfried Benn

Last Spring by Gottfried Benn (translated from the German by Michael Hoffman) Fill yourself up with the forsythias and when the lilacs flower, stir them in too with your blood and happiness and wretchedness, the dark ground that seems to … Continue reading

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A Lonely Sort of Poem

“The Best Moment of the Night” by Tony Hoagland (originally published in The Sun Magazine, April 2012) You had a moment with the dog, down near the base of the butcher-block table just as the party was getting started. Just as … Continue reading

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“For Allen Ginsberg” by Dorothea Grossman

Among other things thanks for explaining how the generous death of old trees forms the red powdered floor of the forest.

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“Although the Wind” by Izumi Shikibu

Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house.

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“Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and … Continue reading

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