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All the Days of Awe
The Days of Awe open on Rosh Hashanah and close on Yom Kippur. When my birthday falls on Rosh Hashanah, it gets lost in the birthday of the world; when it falls on Yom Kippur, celebrations turn sober and thin. … Continue reading
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Tagged Birthday, ecstasy, High Holidays, immanence, Jewish holidays, Kennebunkport, Maine, poetry
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Blasting Complacency
When the same word floats up from the most disparate-seeming characters. My yoga teacher. My poetry mentor. A black hat rabbi. The list would be disparate enough without Baudelaire – but the dark prince poet was at the forefront in demanding … Continue reading
Wording in the Rain
Finally it rains. Slapping and paddling the thick leaves; gliding down (d)rain pipes to be spit out onto recumbent weeds, filling puddles that I see mixed with the mesh of my screen window. Puddles like a running woman, arms outstretched, hair … Continue reading
Age, Relatives, Lo-Lee-Ta
My dad used to say, at age 65, I still haven’t decided what I want to be when I grow up. My daughter used to say, around age 5, I miss my childhood. Traveling in their heads, forward, backward, time moving … Continue reading
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Tagged age is relative, Brown University, childhood, Imagination, Lolita, moving in, Nabokov, new semester, nostalgia, September
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Slanting
Who knew, at the bend,a long slant sun would meet me, we’d eat a burst of tomatoes at night, already in shadow, a wall of sound, sonic cricketslike monks in saffron robes lined from here to the mountains,soft, soft their silken … Continue reading
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Tagged August, End of Summer, nature poetry, Ripeness, ripeness is all, Season change
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The Past, Fellow Traveler
Sometimes the past is pressed against the present, or another present is present. While traveling in Europe you feel it like a veil of wind on your skin. You scratch the surface, the past rises up through the transparency of summer. Sometimes … Continue reading
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Tagged 19th Century, co-present, Dance Bal, Europe, simultaneity, time travel
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Homer texting from the islands
Cycladic villages – how is it that they never get dirty? In Athens, age drips rustily down the walls; on a Cycladic island, the white of village houses is brighter than white, beyond pigment, beyond age. They are like sugar cubes … Continue reading
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Tagged Blue, Color Theory, Cycladic islands, Greece, white
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Simone Weil: Happy Beachgoer
“The sea is not less beautiful in our eyes because we know that ships are sometimes wrecked by it. On the contrary, this adds to its beauty,” says Simone Weil, French philosopher in a poetic mood. She’s right: the endless surface of … Continue reading
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Tagged abyss, danger, poetry, realist, Summer fun, wildfires
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