Author Archives: Don Yorty

After the Rain: Reflections

…Taking a short cut through Los Campos on my way from Avenue C to 14th Street, hurrying from one place to another, from home to a park bench actually to sit on and read some poetry, I saw a puddle … Continue reading →

William Blake’s To The Evening Star

14 Oct ’14

… TO THE EVENING STAR THOU fair-hair’d angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves, … Continue reading →

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5 Oct ’14

… The one-headed doe drinking becomes two heads reflected in the pond. Now the third one jumps and dashes, splashes with its hooves this youngest one especially happy enjoying itself. More than anything I love when unexpected creatures come unaware … Continue reading →

September in the South Mountain

30 Sep ’14

… Here hopefully are some pictures that are worth a thousand words, anyway a walk in the woods, a stop by the pond, reflections for awhile of the passing clouds. … … … … … … … … … …

Gregory Corso’s A Star

30 Sep ’14

… Just got this gift this weekend. Years ago I brought the poet Gregory Corso to my friend Patricia Kelly who was always looking for ideas for art. For ten dollars Gregory wrote and signed a poem for Patricia that … Continue reading →

Some thoughts about Marty Watt (among other things)

30 Sep ’14

… Marty Watt was the first performance poet I ever saw. And I will be forever indebted. It was in Philadelphia where I had come to live again after several years of travel. I had returned to the States Easter … Continue reading →

Dumb Luck: Sam Hamill’s Weasel, Crow and Coyote on the Dharma Trail

17 Sep ’14

… … Several years ago, I had some dumb luck; it was on a Saturday, May 12, 2012 to be exact. I went to Zinc Bar off of Washington Square for a poetry reading, but I had the time wrong; … Continue reading →

T.S. Eliot reads some minor poems: La Figlia Che Piange, Whispers of Immortailty, Sweeney Among the Nightingales, and Difficulties of a Statesman

30 Aug ’14

… La Figlia Che Piange T.S. Eliot looked all over Italy for a statue of a weeping girl. He couldn’t find her, but then one day a real one appeared. How do you say hello to a beautiful woman? Sometimes … Continue reading →