5 2 THE B OOK OF F AIRY POETRY Sh e clung about her sister, Kissed and kissed and kissed her Tears once again Re fr e s h e d Dropping her like s h r u nk e n rain eyes, After long sultry drouth Sh Sh a e king w kissed it a h n a d guish kissed fe h a e r r...
Growth and lossloom longer with me, now—urging weaves both ways,casting my work in the sun’s or fire’s light—knit with disciplined undoing. -- Frank Osen Runners Up: “As the Underworld Turns” by Sally Cook and “Lo Mein Palace: Here I Come” by Michael Quattrone AS THE ...
I should feel relieved that you’re finally going. And I am. Except I don’t really believe it, yet. From first being honest enough to say the words that I want you to leave and go back to your place there’s been a barrage of bloody everything. Texts from you. Your sister. Peop...
Ruby Rae Lupe Ah-Wai Macomberis uri of the shores of Itu’ti’u, the flowers of Taveuni and the mighty tentacles of Te Pū o Te Wheke. She is a daughter, sister, cousin to many, and aunty to Levi. But usually, she just yaps, tries her best, and wrestles Auckland traffic with F...
Earthly triumphs are but loss, Thine is an immortal one. Palms of vict’ry thou shall bear, And a crown of fadeless lightWill be given thee to wear, And a robe of spotless white. Thou shalt join the countless throng, Which, through tribulation, came:And repeat the angels’ song–“...
In another time, “loss of faith” might have provoked similar soul work in the company of holy ones. Facing mortality now, we often turn to physicians instead of priests. Listening is the central skill for clarifying the goals and values of any life. Charon says “I do not write about ...
Poetry is the sister of Sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a poet; every tear is a verse, and every heart a poem. ~Marc André, quoted in A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness, collected and translated by J. De Finod, 1880 Perhaps sorrow is something whi...
In an equation, x and y will do as well as a and b; but the Romance of the Rose could not, without loss, be re-written as the Romance of the Onion, and if a man did not see why, we could only send him back to the real world to study roses, onions, and love, all of ...
POEM OF THE DAY The Early Morning The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morning: my sister, good night. ...
introduced, and they neither speak nor exchange so much as a glance. The subject matter and its treatment is unusual and also extraordinarily frank for the time of writing (about 1849), but you need to know what is being described in order to appreciate the physicality of the lines quoted....