Tuesday, 29 December 2020

Tuesday Poem: " Excerpt from Summers and Springs" by Jaan Kaplinski

 

God has left us - I felt it clearly
digging the earth around a rhubarb plant.

It was black and moist. I don't know where he is,

only a shelf full of sacred books remains of him,

a couple of wax candles, a prayer wheel and a little bell.

Coming back to the house I thought

there might still be something - the smell of lilac and honeysuckle.

Then suddenly I imagined a child's face

there, on the other side, in eternity

looking here into time, regarding wide-eyed

our comings, goings and doings in this time-aquarium

under the light of the sun going down

and falling asleep under a water-lily leaf

somewhere far away in the west.

Jaan Kaplinski (translated from the Estonian by Jaan Kaplinski with Fiona Sampson)



For more information about the poet, Jan Kaplinski, see:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaan_Kaplinski


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

Attacking

Attacking

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


For more information about poet, Ruth Stone, see:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/ruth-stone

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


For more information about the poet, Philip Larkin, see:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/philip-larkin

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,
nude,
behind me,
shouting,
“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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