C. Dale Young's Blog, page 17
April 25, 2017
“The Wise” by Countee Cullen
Dead men are wisest, for they knowHow far the roots of flowers go,How long a seed must rot to...
April 24, 2017
“Working Late” by Louis Simpson
A light is on in my father’s study.
“Still up?” he says, and we are...
“Still up?” he says, and we are...
April 23, 2017
“A Song on the End of the World” by Czeslaw Milosz, translated from the Polish by Anthony Milosz
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy...
April 22, 2017
“We Are Accused of Terrorism“ by Nizar Qabbani
We are accused of terrorism
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
That is scattered in...
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
That is scattered in...
April 21, 2017
“Heat” by H.D.
O WIND, rend open the heat,
Cut apart the heat,
Rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
Through this...
Cut apart the heat,
Rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
Through this...
April 20, 2017
“Head, Perhaps of an Angel” by Debora Greger
limestone, with traces of polychromy, c. 1250 Point Dume was the...
April 19, 2017
“The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the...
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the...
April 18, 2017
“A Renewal” by James Merrill
Having used every subterfuge
To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion,
Now I see no way...
To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion,
Now I see no way...
April 17, 2017
“Poppies in October” by Sylvia Plath
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose...
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose...
April 16, 2017
“Psalm 18″ by Patrice de la Tour du Pin, translated from the French by Jennifer Grotz
Because I take refuge far from the wuthering surface,
in my hollow, it looks like I’m afraid of...
in my hollow, it looks like I’m afraid of...
