8 Poemas de William Carlos Williams

A sort of a song

Le the snake wait under

his weed

and the writing

be of words, slow and quick, sharp

to strike, quiet to wait,

sleepless

-through metaphor to reconcile

the people and the stones

Compose ( No ideas

but in things) Invent!… Leer más

6 Poemas de Florine Stettheimer

My attitude is one of love

is all adoration.

for all the fringes.

all the color.

all tinsel creation.

I like slippers gold.

I like oysters cold.

and my garden of mixed flowers.

and the sky full of towers.

and traffic in the streets.

and Maillard’s sweets.

and Bendel’s clothes.

and Nat Lewis hose

and Tappé’s window arrays

and crystal fixtures

and my pictures

and Walt Disney cartoons

and colored balloons

Mi actitud es de amor

todo es adoración.… Leer más

5 Poemas de Marianne Boruch

Another’s skin on the wound

because so much can be grafted though mostly
my own hip or back will do. If it’s really the body
and not metaphor, some expert in
cellular smarts could link-up those capillaries like
the guy on a chair at the basement power box knows
what’s what with wires
so the fridge will work again, and the stove,
and the lights when windows darken.… Leer más

7 Poemas de Bernadette Mayer

Swan Silvertones

Pierrot had the sulphur scratch

— carload, bad zone, erotic stew –

kneeling at his feet

I am looking for you

I am looking

swan swan

nothing but mandrils

and my sorrow

I grow tall in the starry zoo

with carrots or candles

which are cakes

come seven, my seven,

revive us again

Swan Silvertones

Pierrot tenía el arañazo del azufre

un cargamento en el coche, una zona mala y un guiso erótico –

arrodillada a sus pies

te busco a ti

busco 

cisne cisne

no hay más que mandriles

y mi pena

Me elevo en el zoo estrellado

con zanahorias o velas

que son bizcochos

venid siete, mis siete

resucitadnos otra vez.… Leer más

5 Poemas de Juliana Spahr

Thrashing Seems Crazy

this is true
a man in an alley grabbed my arm
this is true
someone called me an left the phone dangling at the post office
this is true
a man stalked me

someone tells a story

someone tells a story to another person
another person says I don’t believe this
someone tells the story again in an attempt to convince
someone tells

as disbelief is easy
belief is difficult, supported by constraint

but a woman knows a man stalked her
knows this is true

a woman knows her own address
her own body
her lost domain, her desires, her confusions

someone tells a story

there are things people can do to themselves
they are:
leave molotov cocktail on own yard
set fire to own house
leave a glass of urine on own porch
leave envelope of feces outside own door
send a butcher knife to self at work
send letter to health department that self is spreading VD
stab own back

someone tells this story
says this is true
self turns on self
the knife enters at a point that the self could not have reached
but did
someone tells and then repeats and she stalks herself several
times to convince
someone tries to enter into the information
to pass words back and forth that have meaning
fails, resorts to this is true

this is true
a woman calls her stalker The Poet

this is true
a woman describes a stalker in terms that describe herself

this is true
a woman stalked herself to kill herself

this is true
a woman is at times a man

when a fish is hooked
other fish don’t see the hook

thrashing seems crazy

the hook could be the branding of a woman at a young age
by a man
or an older male neighbor spending too much time with a
child
or the boring nature of life

in the story the hook is the artist’s rendering of the stalker as
described by the woman
it is the woman in a man’s face

she does not know this man
thrashing seems crazy

later she realizes it is herself
her knife
her hook
her own face she was always drawing male

this is true
as thrashing is not crazy when one is on the hook

Narrative

The water is blackish, green, and dark.… Leer más

9 Poemas de Amy Lowell

A Coloured Print By Shokei

It winds along the face of a cliff

This path which I long to explore,

And over it dashes a waterfall,

And the air is full of the roar

And the thunderous voice of waters which sweep

In a silver torrent over some steep.

It clears the path with a mighty bound

And tumbles below and away,

And the trees and the bushes which grow in the rocks

Are wet with its jewelled spray;

The air is misty and heavy with sound,

And small, wet wildflowers star the ground.… Leer más

9 Poemas de William S. Burroughs

Thanksgiving Prayer (Oración De Acción De Gracias)

Para John Dillinger

con la esperanza de que siga vivo.

28 de noviembre de 1986. Día de acción de gracias.

Gracias por el pavo y las palomas,
destinados a ser cagados a través de las tripas de los americanos.

Gracias por todo un continente que hemos saqueado y envenenado.… Leer más

Elizabeth Packard

Esta página es de poesía pero también queremos dar presencia a algunas mujeres que, aunque no escribieron poesía, o no destacaron por ser poetas, su voz como mujeres, pioneras, pensadoras y/o escritoras es tan importante en la historia que creemos deben ser incluidas.

Este es el caso de la gran Elizabeth Packard pionera en la defensa de los derechos humanos de las personas declaradas «incapaces», consiguió que en 1867 se aprobase en el estado de Illinois la «Ley Packard» redactada y promovida por ella misma, que transformó los derechos civiles en los Estados Unidos al prohibir el internamiento psiquiátrico forzado sin un juicio previo.… Leer más

6 Poemas de Harriet Monroe 

Hope

What wilt thou do when faith is fled
                And hope is dead
            And love’s wing broken?
Wilt thou lie in the grave of the past and sleep,
                While the mourners weep
            And sad rites are spoken?

Nay, nay—fare forth, though the night be black
                And the storm’s red rack
            In the sky is burning;
For the sun shines somewhere, from gloom released,
                And the heart of the east
            For the day is yearning.… Leer más

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