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Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
Today's subject line is from the middle of Robert Frost's "October," which has these lines near the middle:
Oh hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
The days seem so brief indeed. This poem ends with grapes, which sent me to ( Read more... ) -
O if I were Scotland I would turn my back
The subject line's from Adrian Mitchell's "After the Third Election of Thatcher," which continues:
. . . and climb on my horse and ride away
And if I were Wales I would turn my back
And climb on my horse and ride away . . .
This is in the collection Blue Coffee: Poems, 1985 - 1996, which has this opposite the table of contents:
EDUCATIONAL HEALTH ( Read more... ) -
as radiant as a bridge
The subject line is from Abbie Huston Evans's "To E.D. in July," which Mary featured at Vary the Line a couple of years ago. I posted a new entry there a few days ago, about a 16th-century Chinese poet responding to a bitter 11th-century quatrain about idiocracy.
What is radiant, and available to you until 6 p.m. CDT on March 30: the Ailey All- ( Read more... ) -
inventory
Some things I miss:- dancing, including waltzing and being dipped
- locking in tight harmonies with other singers
- trying new-to-me bars and eavesdropping on / chatting with whomever at them
- spur-of-the-moment visits to Cheekwood
- hell, unplanned all-the-things
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villanelle
Wrote a couple of poems in rage last week.
Autumn Sky Poetry Daily published one of them yesterday:
https://autumnskypoetrydaily.com/2020/10/28/thrice-and-once-tis-time-tis-time-by-peg-duthie/
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I've always wanted brook trout / for breakfast
The subject line, which I typed into this window two days ago, is from Raymond Carver's "Looking for Work." It incurred a sudden jones for pan-fried fish, which I hadn't planned on cooking, and the canned tuna in the pantry wasn't going to address that, nor the tofu-fish cakes in the freezer, and moaning about bar-crowding putzes wasn't going to ( Read more... ) -
"In the version where I am wrong, we keep going."
Today's subject line is from Laura Passin's poem "We the Destroyers."
Poetic Medicine published my poem "Eichengrün in Terezín, 1944" today.
I didn't learn about Eichengrün during my 2009 visit to the Czech Republic, but later, when I started reading more about pharmacy practice and research (Diarmuid Jeffreys's Aspirin: The Story of a Wonder ( Read more... ) -
"Thank you for being a car"
Charmed by: picture books about mail-critters, including Angela Cronk's Monster Mail (disclosure: I'm one of the book's backers) and Marianne Dubuc's Mr. Postmouse books.
Starting the month with:- remembering how my iron works (oh hi, reset button)
- not remembering how to update my website
- skipping the gym (something in my back twanging hard)
- not ( Read more... )
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horses of light with green manes
Today's subject line comes from Sarah Arvio's translation of Federico García Lorca's "Love Sleeps in the Poet's Chest."
Lorca is mentioned several times in the materials for Monsters & Myths, the Surrealism show that opens to museum members and the media in 90 minutes. (I'm dressing for it between checking off a few more items on the Workflowy ( Read more... )
