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Late, Late, so Late
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light had we: for that we do repent;
And learning this, the bridegroom will relent.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light: so late! and dark and chill the night!
O, let us in, that we may find the light!
Too late, too late: ye cannot enter now.
Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet?
O, let us in, tho’ late, to kiss his feet!
No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)
Late, Late, so Late
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Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)
Crossing the Bar
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I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
Sara Teasdale
(1884-1933)
I Am Not Yours
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Hell, I Love Everybody.
An essential collection of James Tate’s extraordinary poems that will captivate today’s readers, with a foreword by Terrance Hayes
Celebrating James Tate’s work as it transcends convention, time, and everything that tells us, “No, you can’t do that,” Hell, I Love Everybody gives us the poet at his best, his most intimate, hopeful, inventive, and brilliant. John Ashbery called Tate the “poet of possibilities,” and this collection records forays into possibilities for American poetry’s future. With a foreword by Terrance Hayes, it is sure to give readers new and old a lasting collection of favorites.
James Tate was born in 1943 in Kansas City, Missouri. He earned a BA from Kansas State College and an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He was the author of over 20 poetry collections, including the posthumously published The Government Lake (2018); The Ghost Soldiers (2008); Worshipful Company of Fletchers (1994), which won the National Book Award; Selected Poems (1991), which won the Pulitzer Prize and the William Carlos Williams Award; Distance from Loved Ones (1990); Constant Defender (1983); Viper Jazz (1976); and The Oblivion Ha-Ha (1970). Tate died in 2015, at the age of 71.
James Tate’s poems have been awarded the National Book Award, the Pulitzer Prize, the Wallace Stevens Award, the William Carlos Williams Award, the Yale Younger Poets Award, and the National Institute of Arts and Letters Award, and have been translated across the globe. Tate was a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters; his many collections include The Lost Pilot, The Oblivion Ha-Ha, Absences, Distance from Loved Ones, Worshipful Company of Fletchers, and The Ghost Soldiers. Born in Kansas City, Missouri, he made his home in Pelham, Massachusetts.
Terrance Hayes is the author of Lighthead, winner of the 2010 National Book Award and finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. His other books are Wind in a Box, Hip Logic, Muscular Music, and How to Be Drawn, which was a finalist for the 2015 National Book Award and received the 2016 NAACP Image Award for Poetry. His honors include a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and a 2014 MacArthur Fellowship.
Hell, I love everybody
An essential collection of James Tate’s extraordinary poems
hat will captivate todays readers,
with an introduction by Terrance Hayes
Publisher: Ecco Press
Publish Date: November 07, 2023
Pages 112
Dimensions 5.3 X 7.1 X 0.3 inches
Language English
Type Paperback
EAN/UPC 9780063306073
Price $17.99
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I Thought of You
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea—
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.
Sara Teasdale
(1884-1933)
I Thought of You
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Milton
(Alcaics)
O mighty-mouth’d inventor of harmonies,
O skill’d to sing of Time or Eternity,
God-gifted organ-voice of England,
Milton, a name to resound for ages;
Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel,
Starr’d from Jehovah’s gorgeous armouries,
Tower, as the deep-domed empyrean
Rings to the roar of an angel onset—
Me rather all that bowery loneliness,
The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring,
And bloom profuse and cedar arches
Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean,
Where some refulgent sunset of India
Streams o’er a rich ambrosial ocean isle,
And crimson-hued the stately palm-woods
Whisper in odorous heights of even.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)
Milton
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In 1980 – Ik, de zelfzuchtige aap worden de levens van Ratel, Dr. Pink, Klein Yani, Chloë, Louise-Michelle, Schmaus en Emiel de B. verder opgepakt. Anno 1980 maken zij deel uit van de no-future generatie.
De maatschappij biedt werkeloosheid, armoe en woningnood, dus zoeken ze hun heil en toekomst buiten de kleinburgerlijke paden, in de kraakscene, het activisme, new wave muziek en seksuele escapades.
Het ontredderde X-Burg, beroofd van haar textielnijverheid, biedt het stratenplan voor brutale bondige scènes, al doolt Emiel de B. liever door Berlijn. Je hoeft maar een hoek om te slaan om je vast te lopen in het verleden en te beseffen dat de onontkoombare psychogeografie van de stad in iedere steen is verankerd.
1980 – Ik, de zelfzuchtige aap
Swart, Nick J.
Uitgeverij IJzer, Utrecht
ISBN 9789086842865
Formaat: 15 x 23 cm
Omvang: 400 pagina’s
€25,00
Uitgeverij IJzer
Lessinglaan 97
3533 AV Utrecht
Telefoon: 030 – 2521798
e-mail: info@uitgeverij-ijzer.nl
Nick J. Swarth is geboren en getogen in Tilburg, waar hij woont en werkt. Hij is een artistieke vijfpoot, actief als schrijver, dichter, performer, muzikant en beeldend kunstenaar. Eind 2020 verscheen zijn debuutroman, ‘1980 – De plasserparadox’, het eerste deel uit een trilogie over een failliete stad in het activistische jaar 1980.
Swarth was de tweede stadsdichter van Tilburg (2005-2007), hetgeen resulteerde in de bundel ‘Naked City Poems’. Andere publicaties zijn de catalogus ‘Horror Vacui | een docudrama in 14 staties’ (verslag van een schandaal verwekkend kunstproject, i.s.m. Jeroen de Leijer) en poëzie in de bundels ‘Mijn onsterfelijke lever’ en ‘¡Mondo Manga!’
Swarth is de voice ‘n’ noise van het guerrilla rock trio Betonfraktion, dat drie platen uitbracht. Het duo Swagemakers Swarth biedt improvisaties voor viool en stem. Janine Ensslin is de ideale gastvrouw voor alle denkbare gelegenheden. Ze draait evenmin haar hand om voor een fijne, eigenzinnige verhandeling op bestelling.
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The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)
The Eagle
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Break, Break, Break
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)
Break, Break, Break
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En önskan
Av hela vår soliga värld
önskar jag blott en trädgårdssoffa
där en katt solar sig…
Där skulle jag sitta
med ett brev i barmen,
ett enda litet brev.
Så ser min dröm ut…
Edith Södergran
(1892-1923)
En önskan
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Abendländisches Lied
O der Seele nächtlicher Flügelschlag:
Hirten gingen wir einst an dämmernden Wäldern hin
Und es folgte das rote Wild, die grüne Blume und der lallende Quell
Demutsvoll. O, der uralte Ton des Heimchens,
Blut blühend am Opferstein
Und der Schrei des einsamen Vogels über der grünen Stille des Teichs.
O, ihr Kreuzzüge und glühenden Martern
Des Fleisches, Fallen purpurner Früchte
Im Abendgarten, wo vor Zeiten die frommen Jünger gegangen,
Kriegsleute nun, erwachend aus Wunden und Sternenträumen.
O, das sanfte Zyanenbündel der Nacht.
O, ihr Zeiten der Stille und goldener Herbste,
Da wir friedliche Mönche die purpurne Traube gekeltert;
Und rings erglänzten Hügel und Wald.
O, ihr Jagden und Schlösser; Ruh des Abends,
Da in seiner Kammer der Mensch Gerechtes sann,
In stummem Gebet um Gottes lebendiges Haupt rang.
O, die bittere Stunde des Untergangs,
Da wir ein steinernes Antlitz in schwarzen Wassern beschaun.
Aber strahlend heben die silbernen Lider die Liebenden:
Ein Geschlecht. Weihrauch strömt von rosigen Kissen
Und der süße Gesang der Auferstandenen.
Georg Trakl
(1887 – 1914)
Abendländisches Lied
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The title poem, “Because I Love You, I Become War,” is a poem of feminist genius, deserving to be in the pantheon of all-time brilliant poems!
Sascha A. Akhtar, author of #LoveLikeBlood
Raw[ness] exudes from this collection of poems and poetics prose about love and war, both corporal and terrestrial. Whether speaking of “rose petals yawning like little girls, like the daughters I never bore,” or a California wildfire’s “yellowed skies” and “smoke taint,” even color is narrative in Eileen Tabios’ dexterous hands.
Eileen R. Tabios has released over 60 collections of poetry, fiction, essays, and experimental biographies from publishers in 11 countries and cyberspace. DOVELION: A FAIRY TALE FOR OUR TIMES (AC Books, 2021) is her first long- form novel. Her 2020 books include a short story collection, PAGPAG: The Dictator’s Aftermath in the Diaspora; a poetry collection, THE IN(TER)VENTION OF THE HAY(NA)KU (Marsh Hawk Press, 2019); and her third bilingual edition (English/Thai), INCULPATORY EVIDENCE: Covid-19 Poems.
Her award-winning body of work includes invention of the hay(na)ku, a 21st century diasporic poetic form, and the MDR Poetry Generator that can create poems totaling theoretical infinity, as well as a first poetry book, Beyond Life Sentences, which received the Philippines’ National Book Award for Poetry. Translated into 11 languages, she also has edited, co-edited or conceptualized 15 anthologies of poetry, fiction and essays. Her writing and editing works have received recognition through awards, grants and residencies.
Because I love you, I become war
Poems & Uncollected Poetics Prose
by Eileen R. Tabios
Pub Date: 5/30/2023
Publisher: Marsh Hawk Press, Inc.
ISBN-10 : 099865826X
ISBN-13 : 978-0998658261
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 332
Price: $ 22.00
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