It’s the end of the day. Play, fiddler, play! The sun has gone behind the clouds and I Can see the mountains and the sea. The boats Come in. The girl by the wall is pretty After all and the boys are fine and fair. … Read More →
Monthly Archives: August 2012
ARTE POÉTICA por Pablo Neruda
ENTRE sombra y espacio, entre guarniciones y doncellas, dotado de corazón singular y sueños funestos, precipitadamente pálido, marchito en la frente y con luto de viudo furioso por cada día de vida, ay, para cada agua invisible que bebo soñolientamente y de todo sonido que … Read More →
Sonnets 31 – 60
… 31 Today for the first time in my whole life I can’t find the phone. Where did I put it? I’m so confused that it scares me. I quit. Am I crazy? This is way too much strife. Maybe it’s Alzheimer’s. Attached to cords … Read More →
Catullus 4: Phaselus ille quem videtis, hospites
Phasellus ille quem videtis, hospites, ait fuisse navium celerimus, neque ullius natantis impetum trabis nequisse praeter ire, sive palmulis opus foret volare sive linteo. et hoc negat minacis Hadriatici negare litus insulasve Cycladas Rhodumque nobilem horridamque Thraciam Propontida, trucemve Ponticum sinum, ubi iste post phasellus … Read More →
Catullus 5: Lugete, o Veneres Cupidenesque
Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque, et quantum est hominum venustiorum: passer mortuus est meae puellae, passer, deliciae meae puellae, quem plus illa oculis suis amabat. nam mellitus erat suamque norat ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem, nec sese a gremio illius movebat, sed circumsiliens modo huc … Read More →
5 More American Poets: Stein, Frost, Eliot, Pound & Eberhart
These poetry vimeos featuring the poets reading from their works ought to be a useful tool for any English or writing teacher. I took the readings from The Caedmon Collection Recordings and added the texts and other visuals hoping to enhance and help the poems … Read More →
Sonnet 214: The night comes with a chill not on but in
The night comes with a chill not on but in My skin—A spider web at the end of Summer stretches in the wind. Decayed dock Swaying with my weight, sways and sways. Water Spiders molest a fallen fly whose wings Have trapped it there wet … Read More →
L’Albatros by Charles Baudelaire
Souvent, pour s’amuser, les hommes d’équipage Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers, Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage, Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers. À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches, Que ces rois de l’azur, maladroits et honteux, Laissent piteusement leurs … Read More →
Sonnet 62: Bird in the tree you are singing to me
… Bird in the tree you are singing to me As if you know and care that I am here Each note intended to put in my ear A song. What is alone can be pretty Sharing itself, staccato before the Profound pause and silence … Read More →
Sonnet 46: It’s the same moon, but a different world.
It’s the same moon, but a different world. When we were only little boys at night we looked at this half moon glowing as bright outshining all the stars. Now lights unfurled by passing cars shine brighter and I can count six planes in the … Read More →
Translation of some of the Satyricon by Petronius kind of as a rock lyric
“Quis furor,” exclamat, “pacem convertit in arma? Quid nostrae meruere manus? Non Troius heros hac in classe vehit decepti pignus Atridae, nec Medea furens fraterno sanguine pugnat. Sed contemptus amor vires habet. Ei mihi, fata hos inter fluctus quis raptis evocat armis? Cui non est … Read More →
Catullus 2: Passer, deliciae meae puellae
Passer, deliciae meae puellae quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere, cui primum digitum dare appetenti et acris solet incitare morsus cum desiderio meo nitenti carum nescio quid lubet iocare, et solaciolum sui doloris, credo, ut tum gravis acquiescat ardor: tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem et … Read More →