I knew as soon as I saw the glorious morning sun rear its beautiful face from behind the trees that I would not see you Not today The exchange was natural and I accepted it Not gladly I feel the laws of the universe And how much one soul can handle in one day how much light one pair of eyes can absorb and it … Continue reading Sun

Goodbye Summer: Poems by Derek Walcott and Zbigniew Herbert

The bitter end of summer. The sun, predictably leaving us, yet still cruelly, like a lover we’re not yet ready to relinquish. Selfish, narcissistic, too confident we’ll be waiting. Wiser than us. Leaving a fire behind, now only waiting to go out as we struggle to prematurely forget, all too ready to throw our overwhelming feelings to the wind. The sun should have turned them … Continue reading Goodbye Summer: Poems by Derek Walcott and Zbigniew Herbert

My long journey to Paterson

I meant to sit down and write about many other movies. “Moonlight”, for instance, made me experience stomach pangs unlike any I had felt in a while and that, indeed, I had forgotten. I was there with the characters during the long, tension-filled, concluding scene, feeling their fear, hesitation, shame, resolve to go through with what they must. It tired me but, in the end, … Continue reading My long journey to Paterson

One hundred and some lines

Above, Paul Cézanne's Leda and the Swan

Below, a personal reflection that rings true and universal. Especially on this day, an hour before Donald Trump begins his presidency, instead of changing our profile photos, tweeting our loss of hope, crying publicly over Obama and, overall, taking pleasure and indulging in our "despair", these lines reminded me that we can also think about how we got here. To take a gentle, perhaps scary step back rather than run aggressively, blindly forward. Although there are no clear answers, in the lines of this poem or elsewhere, for that matter, there is something to be said about pointing fingers everywhere, equally, indiscriminately and being truthful with ourselves.

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Love and Endless Desire by Edna St. Vincent Millay – My favorite sonnets

For me, her name has always sounded like the name of an exotic, dangerous volcano. As it turned out – after I read her poetry – my instincts were not too far off. The adjective that most succinctly describes the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay is “incendiary”. Perhaps not aggressively so, but incendiary, nonetheless. Her poems do not explode in a thousand burning flames, … Continue reading Love and Endless Desire by Edna St. Vincent Millay – My favorite sonnets

Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska

I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case. I prefer the color green. I prefer not to maintain that reason is to blame for everything. I prefer exceptions. I prefer to leave early. I … Continue reading Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska