Helsinki Window by Robert Creeley for Anselm Hollo Go out into brightened space out there the fainter yellowish place it makes for eye to enter out to greyed penumbra all the way to thoughtful searching sight of all beyond that solid red both brick and seeming metal roof or higher black beyond the genial slopeContinue reading “Helsinki Window by Robert Creeley”
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Blue Is Greece by Aliki Barnstone
Blue Is Greeceby Aliki Barnstone Blue is Greecewhere fishermen tame their boatsand islands standlike white monastery birdson the Greek flagof spinning blue,where the sky has few airplanesfloating like gods,and if one comesan angel drops a far banner. PHOTO: Patmos, Greece, by freesurf69, used by permission.
Greece by David Ray
Greece by David Ray Approaching that fatalistic space behind all men and women (still holding their stone robes) you see that there is only one relationship; two figures in the foreground, one range of mountains in the immense distance, with nothing in between. Are you sure you can face it? Here we could learn toContinue reading “Greece by David Ray”
California Hills in August by Dana Gioia
California Hills in August by Dana Gioia I can imagine someone who found these fields unbearable, who climbed the hillside in the heat, cursing the dust, cracking the brittle weeds underfoot, wishing a few more trees for shade. An Easterner especially, who would scorn the meagerness of summer, the dry twisted shapes of black elm,Continue reading “California Hills in August by Dana Gioia”
Venice, Unaccompanied by Monica Youn
Venice, Unaccompaniedby Monica Youn Wakingon the train, I thoughtwe were attacked by light:chrome-winged birdshatching from the lagoon. That first daythe buoys were allthat made the harbor bearable:pennies sewn into a hemline.Later I learned to live in it, to walkthrough the alien city—a beekeeper’s habit— with fierce lightclinging to my head and hands.Treated as gently asContinue reading “Venice, Unaccompanied by Monica Youn”
In the Happo-En Garden, Toyko by Linda Pasdan
In the Happo-En Garden, Toyko by Linda Pasdan The way a birthmark on a woman’s face defines rather than mars her beauty, so the skyscrapers— those flowers of technology— reveal the perfection of the garden they surround. Perhaps Eden is buried here in Japan, where an incandescent koi slithers snakelike to the edge of theContinue reading “In the Happo-En Garden, Toyko by Linda Pasdan”
Sunrise, Grand Canyon by John Barton (Arizona)
Sunrise, Grand Canyonby John Barton We stand on the edge, the fallinto depth, the ascent of light revelatory, the canyon walls movingup out of shadow, litcolours of the layers cutting down through darkness, sunrise as itpasses a precipitate of the river, its burnt tangerineflare brief, jagged bleeding above the far rim for a splitsecond IContinue reading “Sunrise, Grand Canyon by John Barton (Arizona)”
The Everglades by Campbell McGrath (Florida)
The Evergladesby Campbell McGrath Green and blue and white, it is a flagfor Florida stitched by hungry ibises. It is a paradise of flocks, a cornucopiaof wind and grass and dark, slow waters. Turtles bask in the last tatters of afternoon,frogs perfect their symphony at dusk— in its solitude we remember ourselves,dimly, as creatures ofContinue reading “The Everglades by Campbell McGrath (Florida)”
Love Poem to Los Angeles by Luis J. Rodriguez (L.A. Poet Laureate, 2014-2016)
Love Poem to Los Angeles by Luis J. Rodriguez with a respectful nod to Jack Hirschman 1. To say I love Los Angeles is to say I love its shadows and nightlights, its meandering streets, the stretch of sunset-colored beaches. It’s to say I love the squawking wild parrots, the palm trees that fail toContinue reading “Love Poem to Los Angeles by Luis J. Rodriguez (L.A. Poet Laureate, 2014-2016)”
[Traveler, your footprints] by Antonio Machado
[Traveler, your footprints] by Antonio Machado Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there is no road; you make your own path as you walk. As you walk, you make your own road, and when you look back you see the path you will never travel again. Traveler, there is no road;Continue reading “[Traveler, your footprints] by Antonio Machado”
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