Month: April 2019

Tale of two pianos

  To His Piano by Howard Nemerov   Old friend, patient of error as of accuracy, Ready to think the fingerings of thought, You but a scant year older than I am With my expectant mother expecting maybe An infant prodigy among her stars But getting only little me instead–   To see you standing […]

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Maybe because he was drunk

  The Birds Have Vanished Into the Sky by Li Po   The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away.   We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.       A cable car ride up Austria’s Zwolferhorn led to this view of the […]

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Sex in the City

    Song by Frank O’Hara   Is it dirty does it look dirty that’s what you think of in the city   does it just seem dirty that’s what you think of in the city you don’t refuse to breathe do you   someone comes along with a very bad character he seems attractive. […]

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The Rest not restful at all

  The Rest by Lawrence Raab   You’ve tried the rest. You’ve waited long enough. Everything catches up with you.   And you’re too old, or too young. Or you don’t have the money   or you don’t have the time. Maybe you’re shy, and maybe you’re just afraid.   How often have you heard […]

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A little something for what ails you

It’s just-spring here in Michigan and each little green shoot is a jigger of encouragement. So is this poem, “Thank You” by Ross Gay, which I left in a pile of dead leaves at the end of a church parking lot.   Thank You by Ross Gay If you find yourself half naked and barefoot […]

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I really do need new underwear

File under Best Laid Plans. Nearly two years ago I resolved (publicly, unfortunately) to use up my stash of poems by posting several a week. Of course they’re still here. They’ve even grown in number. All the crinkled slips of paper stuffed in my Poem Elf bag like old underwear—I can’t bear to throw them […]

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