Month: July 2015
poem by William Carlos Williams
As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot
listening to The Drifters
let the music
play
in my arms
a dream
a sigh
three minutes
forty seconds
of a life
that could have
been
The Chrysanthemum by William Carlos Williams
how shall we tell
the bright petals
from the sun in the
sky concentrically
crowding the branch
save that it yields
in its modesty
to that splendor?
Iris by William Carlos Williams
a burst of iris so that
come down for
breakfast
we searched through the
rooms for
that
sweetest odor and at
first could not
find its
source then a blue as
of the sea
struck
startling us from among
those trumpeting
petals
Full Of by Orhan Veli Kanik
We have seas, full of the sun;
We have trees, full of leaves;
From dawn to dusk we go and go and come
Among our seas, among our trees
Full of
The blues.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
My son, the triathlete…
You may know my son’s story. For once, I have no problem repeating it for those who do not. I have a very good reason for it that I have been bursting to share!
In 2009 my son was 25… a good looking, successful young man with a fast car, nice apartment near the coast and a very promising career. That ended on July 4th when he was left for dead in a Bournemouth alley, stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack.
2009 before the attack
I have written before of the terror of the next days as he underwent brain surgery to remove the shards of shattered bone from the left hemisphere of his brain. I have told of the weeks of heartache as we waited to see if he would live or die, while his brain bled and swelled, causing further damage to the brain stem itself…
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Poem by William Carlos Williams
The rose fades
and is renewed again
by its seed, naturally
but where
save in the poem
shall it go
to suffer no diminution
of its splendor
The Orderly World
Another translation of a Turkish poet from Forgotten Hopes.
(“Düzenli Dünya” by Melih Cevdet Anday)
-The Orderly World-
I am so fond of this orderly world
The winter, the summer
The spring, the fall
The nights and the days are in order.
The roots of the trees are under the ground
The mountains have their tops above
All the mountains have their tops above
The people are in their right minds
All the people are in their right minds
The five fingers are all in their proper places
The thumb, index, middle, ring and the pinky.
Let’s say the pinky just gets up and
Walks towards the middle finger
How would it dare!
Or a locust tree
By burying its head under the soil
Takes a walk
Hello chestnut, hello pine
Selamunaleykum, aleykumselam
Just while having a small talk
The conversation turns to the root of the locust
The wind begins soughing then…
Its root is out of the ground, out of…
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almost gone
letters brittle
with age
photographs
in an album
the last links
to people
events
almost gone
from memory
Leonard Durso 