‘Fugue’ and other poems by Chelsea Dingman

‘Fugue’ and other poems by Chelsea Dingman

British Columbia Pastoral   September: almost snow. White sheets across the sky, the fields. How strange   the frost, feral over desert hills. Sage brush caught in the cattle’s   teeth. The river cuts a swath where I am trying to tell you about grass   that presses up through the ground without urging. About [...]

John Felstiner, a translation of ‘Todesfuge’ by Paul Celan

John Felstiner, a translation of ‘Todesfuge’ by Paul Celan

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night/ we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening/ we drink and we drink/ A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes/ he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta/ Your ashen hair Shulamith [...]

A link to a VIDA conversation with poet Jane Hirshfield.

"I discovered sexism’s glass walls—which do exist still, to a shocking degree—later rather than earlier. A great blessing, that belatedness. As a young person, I felt the world’s heritage of art and literature was mine to forage." (Jane Hirshfield) This week's blog post contains just two small links because family duties had called me away from  my [...]

“Chorus of the Rescued” by Nelly Sachs

We, the rescued, From whose hollow bones death had begun to whittle his flutes, And on whose sinews he had already stroked his bow— Our bodies continue to lament With their mutilated music.   We, the rescued, The nooses would for our necks still dangle Before us the blue air— Hourglasses still fill with our [...]

A Saturday Woman Poet, Eavan Boland.

Whilst reading the Chris Agee edited Poetry (October - November 1995), I happened upon the truly beautiful Mother Ireland, penned by Eavan Boland. I am adding a Boston Globe interview (excerpted) and Eavan Boland link, entitled Exploring Poetry's 'Lesser Space' to the blog as this week's Saturday Woman Poet , which is becoming a regular item on the [...]