EP Today – A Song and a Poem
The song: The poem (Google Chrome automatically translates): We hebben heiligen nodig! https://t.co/591EhMw3aK via @johnastria (We need saints) — earthpages.org (@earthpages) March 5, 2017
Tag: poetry
“To Tirzah” by William Blake
Originally posted on Stuff Jeff Reads:
Whate’er is Born of Mortal Birth Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride, Blow’d in the morn, in evening died; But Mercy chang’d Death into Sleep; The Sexes rose to…
The Disease
This poem was written somewhere between 1997 and 1999. I’d just completed my Ph.D and was living in an apartment in an old, run-down house in Ottawa. Initially, I saw “The Disease” as a metaphor for oppressive ideas and images like J.-P. Sartre’s bad faith, Erich Fromm’s mechanical man and Albert Camus’ The Plague. The sociological… Read More The Disease
DIAMONDS ON THE GROUND
DIAMONDS ON THE GROUND Look, look — there are diamonds on the ground, in the dirt, on the grass, the path, the stones. Could it be that the stars have fallen from the sky, that the end is very near? No, no, my dear. It is just the reflection of the sun on the mica… Read More DIAMONDS ON THE GROUND
MOON IS BLUE
MOON IS BLUE Moon is blue speckled roundabout with yellow dots that fly from the center of the sun on the other side of the world. They cannot land and settle, keep bouncing off the surface. I scream, I weep, I cry aloud because there can be no sun, no warm, no light on this… Read More MOON IS BLUE
PILLS, PILLS – Verse by Sharon Warden
PILLS, PILLS Pills, pills for all my ills fix my pains think again. My word, look what happened to Mrs. Ford! Gonna just say no to all the drugs pull out the rugs from under the props, capsules and drops reads my book don’t gimme that look. Not gonna take plavix anymore. Throw the beta… Read More PILLS, PILLS – Verse by Sharon Warden
Asian and Middle Eastern Literature – Selections and Reflections
By Michael Clark When a classic poem works it transcends time so we can almost be there with the poet and, in a sense, feel their feelings and see what they see.¹ The following selections of Asian and Middle Eastern literature are all English translations, which some may say is a shortcoming. But if a… Read More Asian and Middle Eastern Literature – Selections and Reflections
Just the Colors
Just the Colors That’s what is left – the colors; Pink, mauve, golden gray After the sunset At the end of the day. Nothing else, Lord, nothing Left of my dreams. Nothing left, nothing, Lord, Of any former schemes. The dross is burned away, Lord, But still I cannot see Your Face in the metal,… Read More Just the Colors
SEANCE
SEANCE At this seance you’d need a huge trashcan To sweep up all the dirty dogs And dustbunnies That were conjured up out of the past — Nasty habits, arch-splitting words and epitaphs, Not to mention all of the lies and thieveries That lie at the bottom of your memory. Best to let them lay… Read More SEANCE
Pelican by Sharon Warden
Pelican by Sharon Warden Nasty, brown smelly sludge covered the pelican I rescued. It let me wash its wings with Dawn, spray its quaking body again and again; contrary to nature and all wild things, it submitted to my scrubbing as if it knew, as it looked into my eyes that I wanted to fix things… Read More Pelican by Sharon Warden
