Author Archives: Meryl

Poetry in Motion

One of the projects sponsored by Poetry Society of America is short poems posted in panels on NY subways. Larry caught a glimpse of this one, exiting the train: Dew Like peas in their green canoe, like beads strung in … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Egon Schiele

In New York I went to see an exhibit of drawings by Picasso, Klimt, and Schiele. Schiele, who died at 28, saw Klimt as a mentor, but took his erotic drawing further, I think. These certainly seemed like the best … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Recipes | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Oklahoma Center for the Humanities

I have been traveling, which is why no poem this Monday. The highlight of my trip has been two days at the University of Tulsa, meeting with students and faculty, and participating in a presentation called Poetry, Tyranny and Memory with … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

A prose poem

Here is one by Joseph Stroud–one long exhalation of description that opens at the end. To me, the title adds a little twist to the poem–life itself is so strange and gorgeous, we don’t need to look further than the … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Monday poem

A bit late, a bit short, but… Bread and Stars Bread is in my lap, Stars are far, far away. I am eating bread looking at the stars. I am so engrossed, don’t even ask— Sometimes I get mixed up … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

The poor hummingbird

I unintentionally lured a hummingbird into the jaws of my cat a few days ago, trying to get it down from the skylight. I have now thought of several ways I could easily have avoided this savage death. Not that … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Mondays come faster and faster

And so it’s time again for a Monday poem, when I just posted last Monday’s! Today, a poem on Arthritis, which I never thought about when young. But well described by Carol Moldaw, along with other strands of thought. Carol … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Faults

Everyone has them of course, even saints might be faulted for their saintliness–surely that would be hard to live with. But this week, after I set my hearing aids for safety in my hat while I swam and then lost … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Before moving on…

One last comment on my summer reading, A friend, knowing how much I liked Primo Levi’s book, The Periodic Table, gave me a gorgeous edition of his complete works. It is so good, I feel compelled to quote from it … Continue reading

Posted in Literature, Philosophical | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Short poem by Larry Levis

I saw a documentary on Larry Levis, A Late Style of Fire,  two years ago that made me like him less. Nonetheless, this is a pretty killer little poem. Wound I’ve loved you like a man loves an old wound … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment