Crisis Chronicles Online Library
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| Blog Name: | Crisis Chronicles Online Library |
| Url: | http://library.crisischronicles.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | poetry, books, library |
| Description: | A free library in the form of a blog, with new entries added weekly. Includes contemporary poetry and a number of classic works ranging from fiction to philosophy, and great speeches to spiritual texts. We're also accepting submissions (email jc@crisischronicles.com). The blog format allows folks to comment on individual entries - and for the authors (if they're living) to respond. |
| Popularity: | 1031 Followers |
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Prayer (by Kim Addonizio)
Prayerby Kim Addonizio[from Tell Me (BOA Editions, 2000)]Sometimes, when we're lying after love,I look at you and see your body's futureof lying beneath the earth; putting the heelof my hand against your rib I feel how faintand far away the heartbeat is. I restmy cheek against your left nipple and listento the surge of blood, seeing your life splashed out,filmy wate
Prayerby Kim Addonizio[from Tell Me (BOA Editions, 2000)]Sometimes, when we're lying after love,I look at you and see your body's futureof lying beneath the earth; putting the heelof my hand against your rib I feel how faintand far away the heartbeat is. I restmy cheek against your left nipple and listento the surge of blood, seeing your life splashed out,filmy wate
Johnnie Sayre (by Edgar Lee Masters)
Johnnie Sayreby Edgar Lee Mastersfrom Spoon River Anthology [1915]Father, thou canst never knowThe anguish that smote my heartFor my disobedience, the moment I feltThe remorseless wheel of the engineSink into the crying flesh of my leg.As they carried me to the home of widow MorrisI could see the school-house in the valleyTo which I played truant to steal rides upon the trai
Johnnie Sayreby Edgar Lee Mastersfrom Spoon River Anthology [1915]Father, thou canst never knowThe anguish that smote my heartFor my disobedience, the moment I feltThe remorseless wheel of the engineSink into the crying flesh of my leg.As they carried me to the home of widow MorrisI could see the school-house in the valleyTo which I played truant to steal rides upon the trai
Disoriented piece (by Aline Rahbany)
View from the Surry Inn (Maine 8/25/2006) -- photo by Jesus CrisisDisoriented piece by Aline Rahbany I breathe your voiceI feed on your facial expressionsI make a livingOut of daydreaming about youAnd writing my reveriesIn my red notebookI seek sunraysLighting up your featuresCollect them, in small piecesHide them under my pillowAnd a
View from the Surry Inn (Maine 8/25/2006) -- photo by Jesus CrisisDisoriented piece by Aline Rahbany I breathe your voiceI feed on your facial expressionsI make a livingOut of daydreaming about youAnd writing my reveriesIn my red notebookI seek sunraysLighting up your featuresCollect them, in small piecesHide them under my pillowAnd a
Poetics (by Christopher Franke)
Christopher Franke at Bela Dubby in Lakewood, Ohio on 17 November 2008[photo by Jesus Crisis]POETICSDid you ask me,"What do I needto become a poet?"My nearsighted tonguemight say, "Get damn angry,then learn to love."But what is that!In what it isthat I have said,I tried to learnby adding to,I tried to learnby taking away.Plato might have said,poets are blind,their words are dumb.Do we know loveby what love is not?And that
Christopher Franke at Bela Dubby in Lakewood, Ohio on 17 November 2008[photo by Jesus Crisis]POETICSDid you ask me,"What do I needto become a poet?"My nearsighted tonguemight say, "Get damn angry,then learn to love."But what is that!In what it isthat I have said,I tried to learnby adding to,I tried to learnby taking away.Plato might have said,poets are blind,their words are dumb.Do we know loveby what love is not?And that
Sonnet 154 - "The little love god lying once asleep" (Shakespeare)
CLIV. The little love god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the general of hot desire Was, sleeping,
CLIV. The little love god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the general of hot desire Was, sleeping,
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