Category Archives: Poetry

Dear Friend, There is more snail post coming your way with more ephemera and yes, some poetry bits. Imagine they are smarties. Today’s poem at Poetry Daily — made me realize that there is a difference between oracle and prophecy … Continue reading →

Vincenzo Cardarelli (1) Translated by Pierette Renard-Georges Conclusion to Estivale (Estiva) Et maintenant, en ces matinées si lasses où j’ai cessé d’interroger et d’espérer, à mon mal, somptueusement, je pense aux amis que je ne reverrai plus, aux choses chères … Continue reading →

Arthur Sze Sight Lines from “Black Center” when the last speaker of a language dies, a hue vanishes from the spectrum of visible light. from “First Snow” you think you own a car, a house, this blue-zigzagged shirt, but you … Continue reading →

Lullaby for the Girl Who Falls Asleep with Stones in Her Pockets I worry your mother with stories of the damage and defences I send you a rock for your collection telling stories of smashing windows and skipping stones on … Continue reading →

Marge Piercy in The Twelve-Spoked Wheel Flashing from “Three months exile” My familiar is the hearth-loving cat who gallivants tail streaming over the hill, slithers sneaky through the marsh sniffing the newsy grasses, who flaunts singing rich contralto arias with … Continue reading →

Linda Bierds in Flight from The Profile Makers (1997) from “Shawl: Dorothy Wordsworth at Eighty” [The concluding stanza in the voice of DW] Once, I was told of a sharp-shinned hawk who pursued the reflection of its fleeing prey through … Continue reading →

Soraya Peerbaye Tell: poems for a girlhood A suite of poems about the murder of Reena Virk. Gorge refers to the waterway where her body was found. The poet also makes it reverberate with the maternal tongue throughout but with … Continue reading →

Having a friend who is a psychoanalyst made me twig to this passage (and some recollection of the figure of silence in her early poetry) … If I weren’t a writer part of me would become a psychiatrist so that … Continue reading →