The Joyous Dead
28 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, classic, translation, rhyme
In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails,
I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep
Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep
Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.
The Fountain of Blood
27 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, classic, translation, rhyme
It seems to me sometimes my blood is bubbling out
As fountains do, in rhythmic sobs; I feel it spout
And lapse; I hear it plainly; it makes a murmuring sound;
But from what wound it wells, so far I have not found.
Song of Autumn
18 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, elegy, classic, translation, rhyme
Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.
Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.
A Memory
25 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, elegy, classic, translation, rhyme
All this was long ago, but I do not forget
Our small white house, between the city and the farms;
Lethe
14 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, classic, translation, rhyme
Rest on my heart, deaf, cruel soul, adored
Tigress, and monster with the lazy air.
I long, in the black jungles of your hair,
To force each finger thrilling like a sword…
To the Reader
13 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, classic, translation, rhyme
Among the vermin, jackals, panthers, lice,
gorillas and tarantulas that suck
and snatch and scratch and defecate and fuck
in the disorderly circus of our vice,
there's one more ugly and abortive birth.