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You who never arrived  by RAINER MARIA RILKE

15 February 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
poetry

You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start,

I don't even know what songs

would please you.

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love  by RAINER MARIA RILKE

14 February 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
poetry

again and again the two of us walk out together

under the ancient trees, lie down again and again

among the flowers…

Lady with Lapdog  by ANTON CHEKHOV

22 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
fiction, short story

People were telling one another that a newcomer had been seen on the promenade—a lady with a dog. Dmitri Dmitrich Gurov had been a fortnight in Yalta, and was accustomed to its ways, and he, too, had begun to take an interest in fresh arrivals. From his seat in Vernet's outdoor café, he caught sight of a young woman in a toque, passing along the promenade; she was fair and not very tall; after her trotted a white Pomeranian.

Love Song  by RAINER MARIA RILKE

15 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry

Yet everything that touches us, me and you,

takes us together like a violin's bow,

which draws one voice out of two separate strings.

The Joyous Dead  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

28 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, 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  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

27 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, 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.

The Red Shoes  by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON

23 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
fiction, short story

Once upon a time there was little girl, pretty and dainty. But in summer time she was obliged to go barefooted because she was poor, and in winter she had to wear large wooden shoes, so that her little instep grew quite red.

Song of Autumn  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

18 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, elegy, rhyme

Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.

Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.

The Dream of Little Tuk  by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON

8 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
fiction, short story

Yes, they called him Little Tuk, but it was not his real name; he had called himself so before he could speak plainly, and he meant it for Charles. It was all very well for those who knew him, but not for strangers.

A Memory  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

25 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, elegy, rhyme

All this was long ago, but I do not forget

Our small white house, between the city and the farms;

Lethe  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

14 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, 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  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

13 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, 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.

The Steadfast Tin Soldier  by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON

2 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
fiction, short story

Each man shouldered his gun, kept his eyes well to the front, and wore the smartest red and blue uniform imaginable. The first thing they heard in their new world, when the lid was taken off the box, was a little boy clapping his hands and crying, "Soldiers, soldiers!"

The Substitute  by FRANÇOIS COPPÉE

1 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
fiction, short story

He was scarcely ten years old when he was arrested for the first time for vagabondage.

The Law of Hippocrates  by  HIPPOCRATES

26 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
nonfiction, science writing

Medicine is of all the arts the most noble…

The Oath of Hippocrates  by  HIPPOCRATES

24 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
nonfiction, science writing

I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous.

Hermann and Dorothea: 9. Urania  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

16 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Muses, O ye who the course of true love so willingly favor…

Hermann and Dorothea: 8. Melpomene  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

15 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Towards the setting sun the two thus went on their journey…

Hermann and Dorothea: 7. Erato  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

14 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Like as the traveller, who, when the sun is approaching its setting,

Fixes his eyes on it once again ere quickly it vanish…

Hermann and Dorothea: 6. Clio  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

13 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Now when the foreign judge had been by the minister questioned

As to his people's distress, and how long their exile had lasted,

Thus made answer the man: "Of no recent date are our sorrows;

Since of the gathering bitter of years our people have drunken…

Hermann and Dorothea: 5. Polyhymnia  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

12 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Here the three men, however, still sat conversing together,

With mine host of the Lion, the village doctor, and pastor;

And their talk was still on the same unvarying subject,

Turning it this way and that, and viewing from every direction.

Hermann and Dorothea: 4. Euterpe  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

11 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Thus entertaining themselves, the men sat talking. The mother

Went meanwhile to look for her son in front of the dwelling,

First on the settle of stone, whereon 'twas his wont to he seated.

When she perceived him not there, she went farther to look in the stable…

Hermann and Dorothea: 3. Thalia  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

10 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Thus did the modest son slip away from the angry upbraiding;

But in the tone he had taken at first, the father continued…

Hermann and Dorothea: 2. Terpsichore  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

9 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry

Ow when of comely mien the son came into the chamber,

Turned with a searching look the eyes of the preacher upon him,

And, with the gaze of the student, who easily fathoms expression,

Scrutinized well his face and form and his general bearing.

 

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