I found a whole book of monster poems maybe 19 or 20 years ago in the Children’s Section of the library. I don’t remember who the author was, but I’ve kept a copy of this particular poem all these years, because while we were reading the poem, and I was trying to do it […]
Isn’t the mythological Sphinx a woman? That’s what I thought, anyway. In Jared Carter’s poem by the same name, the Sphinx is an “it” — so it can’t be the pharoah Sphinx either, but whatever it is — here’s an excerpt from the poem
It lives on, and with each new day, asks
the old […]
January 9th is the birthday of English poet, Lascelles Abercrombie, who wrote The Box about war:
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
They came across a kind of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled “Kindly do not touch; it’s war.”
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It is also […]
by John Berryman
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) “Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.” I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores […]
FOG by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
When he was feeling a little more wordy than that, Carl Sandburg also wrote
PEARL FOG
OPEN the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.
Tell your […]