Friday, October 05, 2007

In this world ...
by Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828)


In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.



translated by Robert Hass
I was just saying this to someone the other day

Basically the same prediction that's in that last sentence, about Hillary.

Here's hoping that the commenter and I are both wrong.
Cavatina
by David Gascoyne (1916-2001)



Now we must bear the final real
Convulsion of the breast, for the sublime
Relief of the catharsis; and the cruel
Clear grief; the dear redemption from the crime,
The sublimation of the evil dream.

Beneath, all is confused, dense and impure;
Extraordinary shiftings of a nameless mass
From plane to plane, then some obscure
Catastrophe:
The shattered Cross
High on its storm-lit hill, the searchlight eyes
Whose lines divide the black dome of the skies,
Are implicated; and the Universe of Death --
Gold, excrement and flesh, the spirit’s malady,
A secret animal’s hot breath ...

Yet through disaster a faint melody
Insists; and the interior suffering like a silver wire
Enduring and resplendent, strongly plied
By genius’ hands into the searching fire
At last emerges and is purified.

Its force like violins in pure lament
Persists, sending ascending stairs
Across the far wastes of the firmament
To carry starwards all our weight of tears.
Weather statistic

This year in Boston October 4 was warmer than July 4.

86 degrees yesterday. A record high.
From the most recent issue of Dappled Things

Fragment from Assisi, a poem by Meredith of For Keats' Sake!

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Two very different autumn poems

Poem in October by Dylan Thomas (1914-53):

Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
Come in the morning ...


and:

Autumn by Adam Zagajewski (b. 1945):

... the cold bayonets of autumn
suddenly glint in the fields and the wind
rages.
Happy Birthday, Mom!!!