I was led to this by @bookgaga
#todayspoem

Song for the Song of the White-throated Sparrow

Before it can stop itself, the mind
has leapt up inferences, crag to crag,
the obvious arpeggio. Where there is a doorbell
there must be a door--a door
meant to be opened from inside.
Door means house means--wait a second--
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They sit
facing one another

she thinks
what a great guy

they drink

outside it's dark
evening surrounds the town
occupies the streets
drives out the pedestrians

suddenly
he reaches inside himself
pulls out a toad
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Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of circling centuries begins anew:
Astraea returns,
Returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.

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And since it is delphica 's birthday tomorrow, here is something a little classical for her:

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NEW YORK (AP) -- South African poet and former political prisoner Dennis Brutus, who fought apartheid in words and deeds and remained an activist well after the fall of his country's racist system, has died. He was 85.

Dennis Brutus, South African Poet, Dies at 85 - Obituary (Obit) - NYTimes.com

I hadn't heard about this guy...maybe you have? Here is ( Read more... )

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads ( Read more... )

Sylvia Plath - Balloons

Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Oval soul-animals,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk

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