“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”-John Donne
The Eighth of September by Pablo Neruda
This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.
This day, the storm-driven ocean
lifted us up in a kiss
so exalted we trembled
at the lightning flash
and bound as one, fell,
and drowned, without being unbound.
This day our bodies grew
stretched out to Earth’s limits,
orbited there, melded there
to one globe of wax, or a meteor’s flame.
A strange door opened, between us,
and someone, with no face as yet,
waited for us there.
Seamus Heaney, Irish Nobel Prize-Winning Poet, Dies at 74 [courtesy PEOPLE]
Seamus Heaney Dead: Irish Nobel-Winning Poet Dies in Dublin [courtesy HUFF POST BOOKS]
The creator of Wuthering Heights, and some truly fabulous poetry, was born on 30 July 1818. She was the weird sister, and for that I love her even more.
A QUOTE: “If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.”-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
SOME WORKS: Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell; Wuthering Heights
Elizabeth Barrett Browning died on 29 June 1861. Here she is, looking intense.
QUOTE: “Who so loves believes the impossible.”
SOME WORKS: The Seraphim, and Other Poems; Casa Guidi Windows; Aurora Leigh; Poems Before Congress; Last Poems.
The best poems are written on the hardy limbs of vegetables. Broccoli, cauliflower, and parsnips. Delicate truths spiral up stems and skip across indentations left by careless produce handlers. Gut-words escape from the penetralia of the mind, to end up nib-scratched on rutted, aromatic skin. Ink soaks into small fleshless creases, and pools at the roots. Cabbage leaves are the superior blotting papers of the Cruciferous world.
“Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.”-Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg was born 87 years ago today. Here he is, looking all fresh-faced yet intense.
QUOTE: “Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
SOME WORKS: Howl and Other Poems; Kaddish and Other Poems; Reality Sandwiches; The Yage Letters; Mind Breaths; Deliberate Prose
Allen Ginsberg reading America. Keep in mind that Allen Ginsberg means Allen Ginsberg: this is not G-rated.