Today's poem Delighted that the zine STAY HOME DIARY arrived at me several days ago from the UK. My poem is printed on the page of Apr 2. Thank you, Nina!
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Today's poem Jennifer Wong 's ( https://jenniferwong.co.uk/ ) poetry online course: https://kubrickpoetry.teachable.com/p/poetry-course This is Hong Kong-based Kubric poetry. Anybody can take her course all over the world. SPREAD THE WORD! Introduction of this course https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgnxmkEkTzs Her poems and translations: https://jenniferwong.co.uk/poemsandtranslation/
Today's poem The poem 'Joy' as the book title begins and ends with darkness. Here, the darkness has a deep implication. Catherine Blake's voice is told as in a monologue of drama. First, curtain raiser, lines are filled with an elegiac tone of the widow Catherine. Then, she tells a recollection on her husband William Blake as adopting acts and scenes. Through the conversation with him as a phantom, finally, there is a joy of living with him: love. With Catherine's crisp lines like spoken words, it seems to me to watch a play of one dream of Catherine and William at a theater. Glad to hear her shadowy or invisible life in the book. (I purchased, read ebook, though the website below does not show the whole poem 'joy'. ) Joy by Sasha Dugdale https://www.pnreview.co.uk/cgi-bin/scribe?item_id=9539
Today's poem I feel this formal poem is shaped with holy beauty, though I am not a Christian. T he equivocal first-line in the first stanza reminds me of verse of the metaphysical poet George Herbert. The last stanza leads me to my retrospect of the wooden catholic church and the stained glass there in Miryang city ( https://eng.miryang.go.kr/main/ ), South Korea . A vision can appear in front of me: the unseen may be seen - a mystery or omen, isn't it? A Plain Song for Comadre by Richard Wilbur Though the unseen may vanish, though insight fails And doubter and downcast saint Join in the same complaint, What holy things were ever frightened off By a fly's buzz, or itches, or a cough? Harder than nails They are, more warmly constant than the sun, At whose continual sign The dimly prompted vine Upbraids itself to a green excellence. What evening, when the slow and forced expense Of sweat is done, Does not the dark come flooding the straight furrow Or filling the ...
Today's poem Brother of the genius photographer Diane Arbus - Howard Nemerov was a prolific poet with a variety of subject matters such as Christianity, philosophy, science, fine art, Dante, Greek and Roman mythologies, and his daily life. At this point, he's like an excellent artistic gymnast with high abilities of parallel bars, vault, floor exercise, rings, etc. The poem is sung by seeking t he essence of translation, particularly, with combination of the first and fourteenth lines. Translation by Howard Nemerov Anima quodammodo omnia , How lovely and exact the fit between The language and the thing it means to say. In English all but the sense evaporates: The soul is in a manner all there is . What's that but a poor thin mingy thing Fit for the brain alone? Where is that world, Where did it go, in which they said those things And sang those things in their high halls of stone? Vanished utterly, and we have instead The world is everything that is the case , That's...
Today's poem First writing workshop with golden folks or teachers of the previous writing group via Zoom in 2021. Except for me, all of them were native English speakers. Our discussion was fruitful, though sometimes I couldn't quickly catch their dialogue. I asked 'Why is this a correct expression?', then they answered 'As English language'. Be neither taught nor learnt - language is as it is? As reading a lot, discussing a lot of times, analysis becomes more sophisticated, more precise. In the workshop, I was impressed by an autumn poem created by one member using the first line of Blake's The Tyger . Indeed, such a workshop is truly valuable with reading in an objective perspective. Thanks to the bright facilitator Hugo and lovely folks for their generosity. See you again this February. xxx For Allen Ginsberg by X. J. Kennedy Ginsberg, Ginsberg, burning bright, Taunter of the ultra right, What blink of the Buddha’s eye Chose the day for you to ...
Today's poem A Happy New Year! Amazing. Now the total of viewers of my blog in Japan is 1,059, that outside Japan is 1,867. Thank you so much for reading and spreading out my blog. To the New Year by W. S. Merwin With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir as though they had not noticed and did not know you at all then the voice of a dove calls from far away in itself to the hush of the morning so this is the sound of you here and now whether or not anyone hears it this is where we have come with our age our knowledge such as it is and our hopes such as they are invisible before us untouched and still possible (from the website of Poetry Foundation) Katase-higashi beach/ 片瀬東浜 , Shōnan/ 湘南 in winter