Tag: The Monday Poem

Marcus Aurelius by Bianca Stone Sometimes I wake up in the night with a terrible headache, my mouth blackened; a ghost looking for valuables in the debris, I turn on a battery-powered light, clipped to a book, I write things...

Late Echo by John Ashbery Alone with our madness and favorite flowerWe see that there really is nothing left to write about.Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old thingsIn the same way, repeating the same things...

Wonder as Wander by Sharon Olds At dusk, on those evenings she does not go out,my mother potters around her house.Her daily helpers are gone, there is no onethere, no one to tell what to do,she wanders, sometimes she talks to...

[It’s no use / Mother dear…] by Sappho Translated by Mary Barnard It’s no use Mother dear, Ican’t finish myweavingYou mayblame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almostkilled me withlove for that boy The poems of Sappho (620...

This by A.R. Ammons time will washaway so clean not acry will be left init A.R. Ammons was a professor in the English Department at Cornell University, teaching there from 1964 until his retirement in 1998. He published thirty...

The Professor Cries by Ruth Stone This is the end of March.The tax collectorwants me to cut my wrists.The roach inspectordrives up in a truck.The snow sits like doughturning sour. Every hourlove’s bones grow lighter.This is what...

Breakage by Mary Oliver I go down to the edge of the sea.How everything shines in the morning light!The cusp of the whelk,the broken cupboard of the clam,the opened, blue mussels,moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—and...

In Kyoto by BashōTranslated by Robert Hass Even in Kyoto—hearing the cuckoo’s cry—I long for Kyoto. Bashō (1644-1694) is primarily known for his mastery of haiku and his poetic travelogue, The Narrow Road to Oku. “In...

“Are you the new person drawn toward me?” By Walt Whitman Are you the new person drawn toward me?To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;Do you suppose you will find in me your...

Account ByCzeslaw Milosz Translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Pinsky The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes. Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness,Like the flight of a moth which, had it...

The Monday Poem is brought to you by English Professor Kristin Bensen-Hause. Enjoy!

The Monday Poem is brought to you by English Professor Kristin Bensen-Hause. Enjoy!