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… “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 … Continue reading
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… 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: … Continue reading
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December 21, 2011 On discussing the qualities of confidence the other day, a group of my students decided that the ability to be persuaded, to change your mind was a quality of confidence, because only those with confidence in their … Continue reading
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… I wrote first drafts of these poems in early August of 2006 over a few days going through the Three Gorges on the Yangtze River with some colleagues, fellow American faculty, who’d taught American Cultural Studies (I’d covered music) … Continue reading
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Out of the dark the steep mountains come. At First a line and nothing more appears on Either side for a long time then there’s light Inside a house, someone sleeping who woke. I am all alone along the Yangtze … Continue reading
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… The art and the artist, can we love one and not the other? It’s a difficult question to answer. Sometimes my heroes might seem to some a little foolish, embarrassing or pathetic, like Li Bai trying to kiss the … Continue reading
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… My mouth is as slimy as a warm snail. Walking down the mountain navigating Sharp rocks and the loose snapping sticks lying In wait to strike at my legs on the trail All that is wet is oozing out … Continue reading
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… The poet slides on her bottom stubborn As a turtle over slippery stones Sitting inching picking up the large ones That hinder her path dropping them to form An island in the current that’s rushing At us. I’m on … Continue reading
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… She completely sparkles, the girl talking to her father in a conversation that must be a little funny because she starts to laugh as well as talk, talking of her final destination perhaps leaving this very morning on a … Continue reading
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….. I overturned the rowboat planning soon to row, looking as I turned it over for water snakes or wasps in their paper nests, but there was nothing there, it was true so I reached out to get the oars … Continue reading
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… At any moment it’s going to rain making the world for miles around all wet. As the sky’s growing darker the leaves get anxious—Or is it me? No I remain calm on this comfortable rock and see it’s the … Continue reading
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… In an abandoned web the baby twined with its tail held fast in the twisted strands which I gently tugged at with careful hands not wanting to break the delicate spine of one so young. When I went in … Continue reading