Nothing will hurt you that much despite how you feel
the stress on your back shapes your insight
this splendid November rain Toussaint. I find
you by your marks, he says
an imprint
But when I summon you, I talk to—I say—
my memory of your face. It’s kind of crazy
to others. They’re not very interesting he says.
When I first came to this country, and now
I know the language I say, but I had in a dream
spoken it many years previously. That is,
not the language of the dead the language
of France. I took one year of French in 1964
and then nothing but once, in 1977 I spoke French
in a dream all night: I was in the future I
moved here in 1992. Country of the more
logical than I? though the people of my quartier
know and like me, even as I a foreigner remain strange
You do everything alone a woman said to me.
There are ways to care without interfering
but the French speak of anguish frequently
they are conscious of emotional extremity
a terrible gift. It’s all a gift, he says . . .
some haven’t been opened. I’m not sure
he said that it’s nearly my sixty-seventh birthday
today though it’s the day of the dead hello
we love you they say.
Copyright ©:
Alice Notley
A few random poems:
- Олег Григорьев – Был праздник с весельем и танцами
- Exmoor poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Religious Obsession — translation from Dharmamoha by Rabindranath Tagore
- A Wintry Picture poem – Alfred Austin
- Communal War
- The Hollow Woak by William Barnes
- Virtual Impressions by Renu Ayyar
- Sonnet To Homer poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Вишневский – Вернувшись от дверей, присела
- Robert Burns: Extempore On Some Commemorations Of Thomson:
- At First. To Charlotte Cushman. by Sidney Lanier
- Sonnet CXIX by William Shakespeare
- Sleep by Rabindranath Tagore
- Psalm 81 poem – John Milton poems
- Олег Григорьев – К себе домой из дальних стран
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Up The Line by Will McKendree Carleton
- Uncle Sammy by Will McKendree Carleton
- The New Church Organ by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Littlle Black-Eyed Rebel by Will McKendree Carleton
- The House Where We Were Wed by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Fading Flower by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Editor’s Guests by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Country Doctor by Will McKendree Carleton
- Thanksgiving Day by Will McKendree Carleton
- Over The Hill From The Poor-House by Will McKendree Carleton
- Our Army Of The Dead by Will McKendree Carleton
- One And Two by Will McKendree Carleton
- Johnny Rich by Will McKendree Carleton
- Autumn Days by Will McKendree Carleton
- Apple-Blossoms by Will McKendree Carleton
- Two Songs Of Advent by Yvor Winters
- On Teaching The Young by Yvor Winters
- Dark spring by Yvor Winters
- Where My Sight Goes by Yvor Winters
- To Emily Dickinson by Yvor Winters
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
