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May 16, 2013

T.S. Eliot’s Handwritten Manuscript for “Virginia”

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Red river, red river,
Slow flow heat is silence
No will is still as a river
Still. Will heat move
Only through the mocking-bird
Heard once? Still hills
Wait. Gates wait. Purple trees,
White trees, wait, wait,
Delay, decay. Living, living,
Never moving. Ever moving
Iron thoughts came with me
And go with me:
Red river, river, river.

 

(Via).

May 13, 2013

“To Some Ladies” — John Keats

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May 6, 2013

The dirtiest book (Ezra Pound)

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May 5, 2013

“The Suicide’s Argument” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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May 3, 2013

“After Death” — Christina Rossetti

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May 2, 2013

“There was an Old Man with a beard” (Edward Lear Limerick)

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May 1, 2013

“Upon the first of May” (The Milkmaid)

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May 1, 2013

“May-Day” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“May-Day” by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Maketh all things softly smile,
Painteth pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths,
Whence a smokeless incense breathes.
Girls are peeling the sweet willow,
Poplar white, and Gilead-tree,
And troops of boys
Shouting with whoop and hilloa,
And hip, hip three times three.
The air is full of whistlings bland;
What was that I heard
Out of the hazy land?
Harp of the wind, or song of bird,
Or clapping of shepherd’s hands,
Or vagrant booming of the air,
Voice of a meteor lost in day?
Such tidings of the starry sphere
Can this elastic air convey.
Or haply ‘t was the cannonade
Of the pent and darkened lake,
Cooled by the pendent mountain’s shade,
Whose deeps, till beams of noonday break,
Afflicted moan, and latest hold
Even unto May the iceberg cold.
Was it a squirrel’s pettish bark,
Or clarionet of jay? or hark,
Where yon wedged line the Nestor leads,
Steering north with raucous cry
Through tracts and provinces of sky,
Every night alighting down
In new landscapes of romance,
Where darkling feed the clamorous clans
By lonely lakes to men unknown.
Come the tumult whence it will,
Voice of sport, or rush of wings,
It is a sound, it is a token
That the marble sleep is broken,
And a change has passed on things.

April 30, 2013

“I dreamt that the Earth was finished” — Roberto Bolaño

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31. I dreamt that Earth was finished. And the only
human being to contemplate the end was Franz
Kafka. In heaven, the Titans were fighting to the
death. From a wrought-iron seat in Central Park,
Kafka was watching the world burn.

32. I dreamt I was dreaming and I came home
too late. In my bed I found Mário de Sá-Carneiro
sleeping with my first love. When I uncovered them
I found they were dead and, biting my lips till they
bled, I went back to the streets.

33. I dreamt that Anacreon was building his castle
on the top of a barren hill and then destroying it.

34. I dreamt I was a really old Latin American
detective. I lived in New York and Mark Twain
was hiring me to save the life of someone without
a face. “It’s going to be a damn tough case, Mr.
Twain,” I told him.

35. I dreamt I was falling in love with Alice Sheldon.
She didn’t want me. So I tried getting myself killed
on three continents. Years passed. Finally, when I
was really old, she appeared on the other end of the
promenade in New York and with signals (like the
ones they use on aircraft carriers to help the pilots
land) she told me she’d always loved me.

36. I dreamt I was 69ing with Anaïs Nin on an
enormous basaltic flagstone.

Read more short poems from Roberto Bolaño’s Tres (New Directions) in translation by Laura Healy.

April 19, 2013

“Unto my books so good to turn” — Emily Dickinson

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April 18, 2013

“Dreames” — Robert Herrick

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April 16, 2013

“Mine enemy is growing old” — Emily Dickinson

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Capture

April 12, 2013

“I do not ask any more delight” (Walt Whitman)

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April 2, 2013

“Song of a Second April” — Edna St. Vincent Millay

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March 28, 2013

“I lost a World the other day” — Emily Dickinson

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March 27, 2013

“Meiosis” — W.H. Auden

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March 14, 2013

“The Novelist” — W.H. Auden

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