Ode to the Whitman Line “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d” by Kimiko Hahn
Ode to the Whitman Line "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" I cannot consider scent without you, I cannotthink that color so gay, so Japanese, so vernal without you; not assassination or any death… Continue Reading
“When I Am Among The Trees” by Mary Oliver
When I Am Among The Trees When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I… Continue Reading
“Poem for Haruko” by June Jordan
Poem for Haruko I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain or happiness like candles lighting the entire soft lace of the air around the full length of your hair/a shower organized by… Continue Reading
“Beyond Santiago” by David Whyte
Beyond Santiago Death is so simple,one momentyou are aliveand then,you are not. And that fearyou carry with youmight beequally as simple too, that you’llnever havethe timeto accomplishwhat you wish. But stopa moment now,before the waybeyond,and… Continue Reading