a poem to end a long week and derail Monday – and perhaps to put one’s heart on one’s sleeve. Indulge. Casabianca Love’s the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite “The boy stood on the burning deck”. Love’s the son stood stammering elocution while the poor ship in flames went down. Love’s … Continue reading »
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One Art
I remember how, after seeing Notre Dame in Paris for the first time, loneliness arrived without any warning. I was alone, my Algerian companion was either shopping or plotting with her comrades their own revolution, when I decided to go around the city, to visit sites that I initially thought to be too touristy. My … Continue reading »
An Open Love Letter
The alley cats walked on walls, declared their sovereignty, and marched for the moon. The newsboy sold tabloids that screamed poetry in red. I must have wondered out loud about the dazzling buzz in my head because the sun suddenly issued its ruling, final and executory: love cannot be denied. Continue reading »
Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden
Stumbled upon this poem, and fell in love with it again. I was moved by its honesty, by the resonance of its metaphors for loss. I wonder what kind of grief – its dimension and depth – that provoked the creation of this work. Indulge. Funeral Blues W.H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off … Continue reading »
