Poem: American Journal

[American Journal] Robert Hayden, 1913 - 1980 here among them the americans this baffling multi people        extremes and variegations        their noise  restlessness        their almost frightening energy        how best describe these aliens in my reports to The...

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Poem: The Trees, Philip Larkin

(used as the epigraph in my novel The Eagle Tree) The Trees Philip Larkin The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they...

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The Writing Sings

“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety....

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Poem: If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that...

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