POETRY

BARCAROLE – Poetry by Johan Ludvig Heiberg The night is so quiet, the air is so clear, dew Beads trundle, Moon rays play along the lake’s glass. Wave Melodies cradle heart into. Suk and Appeals tier, wind Blow liberator, it betyngte mind. WHEREVER WE GO – Poetry by Henrik Nordbrandt Wherever we go, we always too late in what once …

IDENTITY CRISIS – Poetry by Eugenijus Ališanka Who would I be if I weren’t, as I am now a man of unknown faith my head out on its own, and god too and language patched from languages. Say I were a long-haul truck driver, what would I eat what would I think, where would I sleep and with whom. The …

THE TWO OF US – Rina Takamatsu poem If it was just the two of us, I’d whisper in your ear, Ill take you by the hand and we’d fly, away from life, away from death, you’d hold me close and together we’d jump, fall into the sky, fall into the galaxy. But it’s not the two of us, theres …

FROM PAUMANOK STARTING – Walt Whitman Poem From Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird, around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all. To the north betaking myself, to sing there arctic songs, to Kanada, till I absorb Kanada in myself-to Michigan then, to Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, to sing their songs, (they are inimitable). Then to Ohio …

HOME – Poetry by Karen Cerio Flat lands, oceans of wheat, harvest hands, fields all neat friendly folks, warm smiles, country jokes, at home style, family fun, 4th of July, summer sun, stars in the sky, county fair, carnival lights, first place mare, dances at night, drive-in features, friends for life, old teachers, help in strife, tornado warnings, siren blasts. …

ALLEGRO MA NON TROPPO – Poetry by Wislawa Szymborska Life, you’re beautiful (I say), you just couldn’t get more fecund, more befrogged or nightingaily, more anthillful or sproutspouting. I’m trying to court life’s favor, to get into its good graces, to anticipate its whims. I’m always the first to bow, always there where it can see me, with my humble, …

He began to write poetry since he was very young, when he was no more than seven years. In ’28 Attilio Bertolucci collaborated in the Gazzetta di Parma. He is born on November day, 1911 near Parma. In ’31 he enrolled at the Faculty of Law in Parma. In ’33 was a lifelong companion, Ninetta Giovanardi, and he published the …

He is Cheyenne, Oglala and French. He served in the U. S. Marine Corps after high school, during the Vietnam War, and is a graduate of Oklahoma College of Liberal Arts in Chickasha. He was born in Washington, D. C. in 1944. He was raised on a farm near Calumet, Oklahoma by his great aunt and uncle, Bertha and Bob …

PRELUDE – Oh air of evening wrap me, now that I die again. When it will close my eyes, there will be no sea for boats of tears. I go and leave you closed all the rain. But I will return again to every season that I want. I was the sadness of the world. Oh air of evening wrap …

TOPOGRAPHY – Poetry by Sharon Olds After we flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid face to face, East to West, my San Francisco against your New York, your Fire Island against my Sonoma, my New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas burning …