As You Say (Not Without Sadness), Poets Don’t See, They Feel
Filed in iRead, writing, June 19, 2009, 11:56 am by NeemaBy Karl Shapiro
As you say, (not without sadness), poets don’t see, they feel. And that’s why people who have turned to feelers seem like poets. Why Children seem poetic. Why when the sap rises in the adolescent heart the young write poetry. Why great catastrophes are stated in verse. Why lunatics are named for the [...]
Try To Praise The Mutilated World
Filed in iRead, writing, June 16, 2009, 7:55 pm by Neemaby Adam Zagajewski
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve [...]
Get well
Filed in writing, June 8, 2009, 12:13 am by NeemaWhen you are well we can walk in the rain
pretend we are young again, that we are willful
enough to splash in puddles. We don’t have to do it really.
We can just smell the rain and the trees and skulk in the black cotton soil-
Come home with me.
(June 18 edit)
Seeing you
Filed in writing, June 7, 2009, 10:47 pm by NeemaI will try not to look at you funny
I am not perfect either. But when I do
it’s really a question I want to ask
God or Fate. But it’s good to see you.
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