chaos February 25, 2005
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how they travel,
like soft river fish
glittering in chaos.
they could not
distinguish whom
I carried tonight or
who’s been there
years now.
All green
with shining
lively flesh.
their juice
circulates tirelessly
singing.
mmmmmmm
ease February 12, 2005
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deadened sky
leafs jostling for an inch
of light, weaving trunks and
the reserve of distant whispers
peaks
peaks lost in nothingness.
landscapes slip away in
an oily smoothness.
Traces of gratitude
Although They Are February 4, 2005
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by Sappho
Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
TO ONE WHO LOVED NOT POETRY February 4, 2005
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by: Sappho
HOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind
Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind
The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom
Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.
This English translation, by Edwin Arnold, of ‘To One Who Loved Not Poetry’ is reprinted from Greek Poets in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge:
The Riverside Press, 1893.Â
