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Just uploaded on the website of Poetry Foundation. Association game of sound and precise crafting. The inflexion of words in respective couplets and quatrains produces the reverberation of tones. March wind (東風, kochi) brings gentle echoes of a wind bell hung, left under eaves. Absolutely, the beauty of poetic form, too.

And by Nicole Sealey (from the website of Poetry Foundation)
Withstand pandemonium
and scandalous
commanding candlelight


and zinfandel
clandestine landmines
candy handfuls
and contraband
      and       handmade
commandments and merchandise
secondhand husbands
      and       landless
and vandal
bandwagons slandered
and branded
handwritten reprimands


on an island
landscaped with chandeliers
abandon handcuffs
       and        backhands

thousands of oleanders
and dandelions


and mandrake
and random demands
the by…
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Recently I love poems by anonymous. When was a poem written? Where was a poem written? Who wrote a poem? Such riddles are charms for me. Hey Riddle Riddle!  A British poet Carol Rumens's article is a good reference for me:

Algy by Anonymous

Algy met a bear,
The bear met Algy.
The bear was bulgy,
The bulge was Algy.
Today's poem

Last year, "ADMISSION REQUIREMENTS" by a Canadian poet Phoebe Wang grabbed my heart with book design like combination of digital mapping in the exhibition of World Book Design 2017-2018, Tokyo. After back home, I soon purchased it. A Canadian aroma fills the first section including verses on Chinese and Japanese gardens. A poem "STILL LIFE WITH DREAM INTERPRETATION" tells Taoism in the Zen painting. In particular, in a prose-poem 'RISING TIDE', there is a drawing of the beauty of shading tide, a bit a sort of a lagoon and subtleties of emotions, recalling the estuary of the Severn River in the UK, now mostly lost in Japan for embankments. The collection carries readers to water different from other continents while turning pages.

*** The annual exhibition has introduced many attractive Canadian books.

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One frame is alive - a kite flies, circles calmly in the pale sky, often over stupas or temples around Enoshima, Japan (I tend to understand a poem visually as reading haiku. It might relate to photography?). On the other hand, Hopkins' sonnet in the Victorian era is more musical. A nasal consonant 'n' in the fourth line has effective resonance. Repetitive sprung rhythm makes the poem powerful. In the sestet, getting radiant, eloquent. Spiritual ecstasy in the last line, like Blake's poems - the unity of bird and something with divinity. Noted that I am an agnostic.

The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins
To Christ our Lord (from Poetry Foundation)

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
    dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps s…
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Free verse with only one sentence (O dazzling skill). In the last sixth line, with a trio of mono-syllabic words, the prosody effect of is boogie-woogie. The wine is sparkling, the Buddha is gone with bubbles.

The Wine by Michael Metivier
 (from the website of Poetry Foundation)

When the townspeople
gave the teenaged Buddha
a glass of wine
so delicious he grew
to an unthinkable size
and froze into a blue statue
that shielded the town
from a wave that broke
upon his back
and would have swept away
the town if he’d not tasted
the wine and afterward the people
were overjoyed and said
they would do good deeds
like carpool their children to school
more often and plant lettuce
everywhere while the Buddha
melted into water and receded
into the calm sane sea.
Book Review
from Japanese magazines in English

● Tokyo Poetry Journal Vol. 9
   Book Review of Yoko Danno's works

● Kyoto Journal Issue 96    Book Review of On Lost Sheep (poetry translation by Goro Takano) by Taylor    Mignon
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- Night crept up on them - Sappho - 
At night the calmness embraces readers with warmness in the poem. Although there have been thousands of poems written with a theme of sleep and the poem belongs to the category of Ages 14-16 in Poetry Archive, it brings fresh impressions to adult readers, too. Fine devices (variation in number of lines, enjambment, etc. & etc.) stay in details of the poem.
Please read it aloud, recite it before hearing footsteps of sleep, sitting at the gate of a dream, far-off world.

Sleep by Ella Duffy
(from Poetry Archive)

is stillness paused in stone,
the bronze cast of a posed god,
Eros, whose face, limbs,
have softened to childhood.

It is the breath before prayer,
a window staining its church
with sacred light; or secular,
a cashpoint glowing
in a late night precinct.

Sleep is air, the secrecy
of a barn owl in flight;
her pale pulse. It is the last gasp
of smoke from a candle, blown
for a wish; a seed puffed