Tuesday, 22 December 2020

Tuesday Poem: "Me" by Chairil Anwar


When my time comes

No one's going to cry for me,
And you won't, either

The hell with all those tears!

I'm a wild beast

Driven out of the herd

Bullets may pierce my skin

But I'll keep coming,

Carrying forward my wounds and my pain



Until suffering disappears

And I won't give a damn

I want to live another thousand years

by Chairil Anwar (translated from the Indonesian by Burton Raffel)

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Tuesday, 15 December 2020

Tuesday Poem: "Green Apples" by Ruth Stone


In August we carried the old horsehair mattress
To the back porch

And slept with our children in a row.

The wind came up the mountain into the orchard

Telling me something;

Saying something urgent.

I was happy.

The green apples fell on the sloping roof

And rattled down.

The wind was shaking me all night long;

Shaking me in my sleep

Like a definition of love,

Saying, this is the moment,

Here, now.

by Ruth Stone

Photo Credit: Jan Freeman

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Tuesday, 8 December 2020

Tuesday Poem: "Cut Grass" by Philip Larkin


Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath

Mown stalks exhale.

Long, long the death

It dies in the white hours

Of young-leafed June

With chestnut flowers,

With hedges snowlike strewn,

White lilac bowed,

Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,

And that high-builded cloud

Moving at summer's pace.

by Philip Larkin

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Tuesday, 1 December 2020

Tuesday Poem: "Zoom Calls in the Time of Coronavirus (Part 2)" by John Kenney

Why, yes,
that was my five-year-old son
running back and forth,
behind me,
“Anus! Anus! Anus!”
while the dog barked
and my husband yelled
and I leaned away from the computer
so that no one would hear me scream
“Greg! For Christ’s sake, can you get the fucking kids out of here?!”
and then smoothly sat back up
only to see the rather stunned faces
of my colleagues
and hear my boss
remind everyone
to mute themselves.

by John Kenney 

Photo Credit: Rick Knief

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