theparisreview:

Rice in the Spoon
Each in his house,thinking of the key,
the locks, the windows,doors, and roof.
In my sleep I lifta finger. I see …
opposing blocks,like Legos, in painful
composure of modes,not moods.
Fake red feathersfluffed in a spotted vase.
Sea glass beachedon a porch bench.
A brown bustof a sad man.
A huge tin pitcher,parched for years.
Rice glued toa badly washed spoon.
Even the dustquit moving to settle.
Even the snow isa qualm, a sea.
—Don Share, from “Two Poems.”
Art credit Alexi Sasrosov, Evening: Migration of Birds. (via)

theparisreview:

Rice in the Spoon

Each in his house,
thinking of the key,

the locks, the windows,
doors, and roof.

In my sleep I lift
a finger. I see …

opposing blocks,
like Legos, in painful

composure of modes,
not moods.

Fake red feathers
fluffed in a spotted vase.

Sea glass beached
on a porch bench.

A brown bust
of a sad man.

A huge tin pitcher,
parched for years.

Rice glued to
a badly washed spoon.

Even the dust
quit moving to settle.

Even the snow is
a qualm, a sea.

Don Share, from “Two Poems.”

Art credit Alexi Sasrosov, Evening: Migration of Birds. (via)

"Everything is filled with you"


Everything is filled with you,
and everything is filled with me:
the towns are full,
just as the cemeteries are full
of you, all the houses
are full of me, all the bodies.

I wander down streets losing
things I gather up again:
parts of my life
that have turned up from far away.

I wing…

Philip Larkin and friend

Philip Larkin and friend

Poor kitty!  OUCH.

Poor kitty!  OUCH.

Tavi Gevinson goes places with POETRY!

Tavi Gevinson goes places with POETRY!

In 1956, Auden gave the following assignment to his students at New York City’s 92nd Street Y.

In 1956, Auden gave the following assignment to his students at New York City’s 92nd Street Y.

Photo by Chris Hosea

Photo by Chris Hosea

War Elephants and Pious Cats: Basil Bunting’s Persian Poems


hyperallergic:

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Cover of “Bunting’s Persia: Translations by Basil Bunting” (2012) edited by Don Share, published by Flood Editions (via booktryst.com)

He mourned so long on the bare ground / his beard grew down to his chest.
—Bunting’s Persia

The recent death of William Weaver, the acclaimed translator of Italo Calvino, Umberto Eco, Primo Levi, and other modern Italian authors, spurred memories of the…

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Never mess with a poet carrying a baseball bat!

Never mess with a poet carrying a baseball bat!