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Friday, February 02, 2007

(silent) poetry reading.

so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white

--wm carlos williams, "the red wheelbarrow."

(for second annual brigid in cyberspace (silent) poetry reading.)


more later-- promise. been busy with broken-ish pc, drowning in stitch markers, love-love-hating knee high socks (you'll plotz), and a birthday. oh and the metamorphosis, again (almost appropriate if not self-indulgent)...

"...Her body can't withstand the flash
of force so heavenly; that nuptial gift
consumes her flesh; she is reduced to ash."

--the metamorphosis, ovid (mandelbaum translation). book iii, 311-313 (semele).


Anonymous said...

Good to know you're still around!

Anonymous said...

Poor Semele, she didn't know what she asked.

Anonymous said...

Love the image. And a little Ovid never hurt anyone.

Anonymous said...

I'm glad to know you're still out there! Was getting a little worried. Looking forward to seeing these knee socks of which you speak...

Anonymous said...

Wow! William Carlos Williams. Nice choice.

Anonymous said...

Oh, so close to figuring out my online name!

" That conscious of her shame, avoids the light,
And loves the gloomy cov'ring of the night;
The birds, where-e'er she flutters, scare away
The hooting wretch, and drive her from the day."

Chris said...

Lovely poems and photo!

deborahoak said...

beautiful, just beautiful! Thanks for participating!

Anonymous said...

William Carlos Williams... in the 8th grade, our english teacher told us at the beginning of that semester that he would be teaching us a poem that we would remember for the rest of our lives. I was 14 then... now I'm 39, and I still remember it word for word. And I'm still amazed that such a teeny bit of verse carries such an impact. Thanks for the memory.

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