C. Dale Young's Blog, page 8
April 15, 2018
“And Soul” by Eavan Boland
My mother died one summer—
the wettest in the records of the state.
Crops rotted in the west.
...
the wettest in the records of the state.
Crops rotted in the west.
...
April 14, 2018
“Psalm and Lament” by Donald Justice
in memory of my mother (1897-1974) Hialeah, FloridaThe clocks are sorry, the clocks are very sad. ...
April 13, 2018
“Hairbands” by Julia Alvarez
My husband has given away my hairbandsin my dream to the young women he works with,my black velvet,...
April 12, 2018
“Homo Will Not Inherit” by Mark Doty
Downtown anywhere and between the roil
of bathhouse steam—up there the linens of joy
and shame must...
of bathhouse steam—up there the linens of joy
and shame must...
April 11, 2018
“Elegy” by Natasha Trethewey
for my father
I think by now the river must be...
I think by now the river must be...
April 10, 2018
“The Feast of Stephen” by Anthony Hecht
I
The coltish horseplay of the locker room,
Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls,
With...
The coltish horseplay of the locker room,
Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls,
With...
April 9, 2018
“Horse” by Louise Glück
What does the horse give youThat I cannot give you?I watch you when you are alone,When you ride into...
April 8, 2018
“Midsummer, section I” by Derek Walcott
The jet bores like a silverfish through volumes of cloud —
clouds that will keep no record of where...
clouds that will keep no record of where...
April 7, 2018
“Blackberry-Picking” by Seamus Heaney
for Philip Hobsbaum
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April 6, 2018
“Fever 103º” by Sylvia Plath
Pure? What does it mean?
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as the triple
Tongues of dull, fat...
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as the triple
Tongues of dull, fat...
