Poetry Corner

Will there really be a 'Morning'?

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Man from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!

by Emily Dickinson

The Door

Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there’s
A tree, or a wood,
A garden,
Or a magic city.
Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog’s rummaging,
Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
of a picture.
Go and open the door,
If there’s a fog
It will clear.
Go and open the door.
Even if there’s only
The darkness ticking,
Even if there’s only
The hollow wind,
even if
nothing
is there,
go and open the door.
at least
there’ll be
a draught.

Miroslav Holub

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

by William Carlos Williams

Crow and the Sea

He tried ignoring the sea 
But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life. 

He tried talking to the sea 
But his brain shuttered and his eyes winced from it as from open flame. 

He tried sympathy for the sea 
But it shouldered him off - as a dead thing shoulders you off. 

He tried hating the sea 
But instantly felt like a scrutty dry rabbit-dropping on the windy cliff. 

He tried just being in the same world as the sea 
But his lungs were not deep enough 

And his cheery blood banged off it 
Like a water-drop off a hot stove. 

Finally 

He turned his back and he marched away from the sea 

As a crucified man cannot move. 

Ted Hughes

Originally posted by Pianoman1
[b]The Door


at least
there’ll be
a draught.

Miroslav Holub[/b]

I like Miroslav Holub. He has good translators.

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby


Forgive me
so cold

by William Carlos Williams

If you go poking around here, you will find tons of stuff read by WCW and others: http://www.writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/

Todesfuge

Paul Celan

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Translation:

Death Fugue

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink it
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are flashing he whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a grave
he commands us strike up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown
we drink and we drink you
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined.

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you others sing now and play
he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue
jab deeper you lot with your spades you others play on for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon in the morning we drink you at sundown
we drink you and we drink you
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents

He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master from Germany
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then as smoke you will rise into air
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one lies unconfined

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we drink you
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in the air
he plays with the serpents and daydreams death is a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith

Trans. Michael Hamburger

Basil Bunting!

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Tom Raworth

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Iain Sinclair ...
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The great Ed Dorn ...

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Sometimes it's not so great to hear poets read their own stuff ... What do you think?

W.B. Yeats
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[/b]Digging[/b]
Seamus Heaney

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Originally posted by Bosse de Nage
If you go poking around here, you will find tons of stuff read by WCW and others: http://www.writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/

I'll go there. Thank you.

Originally posted by Bosse de Nage
Sometimes it's not so great to hear poets read their own stuff ... What do you think?

W.B. Yeats
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2FT4_UUa4I

Dylan Thomas represents an exception. (imo)