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Category: Poetry

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Death. Change. Life.

It’s a poetry reading kind of day and I turned, as I so often do, to Emily Dickinson. Thumbing through a couple of collections, here is where I stopped (poem 749): All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—    Wastes of Lives—resown with Colors...

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Love and longing

Changing the tone a little bit today, I’d like to share Poem XXVI from A.E. Housman’s The Shropshire Lad. The gentle rhythm and straightforward rhymes belie the complexity of the underlying emotions. I’d love to hear your reactions. The half-moon westers low, my love, And the wind brings up the rain;...

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Abyss: The depths in me call out to the depths in you.

  … Abyss by Karol Wojtyla (John Paul II) Translation by Jerzy Peterkiewicz Abyssus abyssum invocat (*)   You always see it as space filled with cascades of air where glass splinters reflect and glitter like seeds planted in distant stones.   Now observe the abyss that glitters in the eye’s...

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Invictus: Survival, Autonomy, Faith

A smarty and funny Twitter friend and blogger recently reminded me of William Ernest Henley’s poem Invictus. Think of it as a Victorian teenage boy’s version of Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive. At the dawn of his adolescence, Henley was stricken by osseous tuberculosis, eventually having to endure a below-the-knee...

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