Archives for March 2012
Constance Vogel Adamkiewicz
Talking To My Heart Cool, isn't it? says the technician smiling as if she had painted your image on the monitor. Who can account for her taste, dear heart? You are a tangled package bound with rivers of string, your tricuspid valve a slit in torn wrapping, your thump-thump a secret trying to escape from its chamber. How shallow the breaths that fluttered against your rib cage. I thought you would collapse like a … [Read more...]
Wallace Stevens
Part II From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, Reading where I have written, "The spring is like a belle undressing." From “Of the Surface of Things” by Wallace Stevens, which appears in Harmonium, published by Alfred A. Knopf. … [Read more...]
Rock solid solace
John Keats
When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," – that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. lines 46–50 of “Ode on Grecian Urn” by John Keats … [Read more...]