Dead Poets Live

Dead Poets Live Prompt: American Haiku

My Irish poetic stream of consciousness

a verse translation, and Song on the End of the World

Song on the end of the world

Inspired by the prompt: Ode to Common Things

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There is only one question you have to answer on the long and winding trail over countless harvest moons —  which cannot be met  with…

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A Lament

Rilke Translation

a verse translation of a poem by Sándor Petőfi

Each year the mountain fades

A Springtime poem

on the Gulf of Poets

The newborn is the oldest one here

I was her confidante in an affair as a boy

Number Four, to be truthful, I expected more For farewells than spiteful Mails — A running sore.

a verse translation of a poem by Sándor Petőfi

Can we remember to live sacredly once more?

Rilke Translation

Pink skies. A touch of fuchsia.  Shouldn’t all horizons be stacked this way? Shall I chase Heaney through ‘dripping alders’ ‘inheriting the…

Wisdom of Emily Dickinson

See the dumb tree stare across the horizon & look across a killer highway to where sand  goes on for miles.

Here, let me bolster the crane of your indifference let me toss in a flare where old bark has turned to kindling where flapping birds…