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Betty Lavette – Cry me a river – HQ – YouTube

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Norah Jones Neil Young ‘Down By The River’ Bridge School 25 October 2014

Mahmoud Darwish, from A River Dies of Thirst

I am jealous of my senses. The air is the colour of gardenias, your smell on my shoulders like laughter and triumphal arches. I am jealous of the peaceful daggers lying sheathed before you on the table, waiting for a sign from you to kill me. I am jealous of the vase, which has no need of its yellow roses because you give it the full benefit of your deep red lips, hungry for my hunger. I am jealous of the painting staring greedily at you: look longer at me, so I too have my fill of lakes and cherry orchards. I am envious of the foliage on the rug, straining upwards to see an anklet descending on it from above, and of the anklet when it rests on your knee, making the marble in the room as hot as my fantasies. I am envious of the bookshop that is out of sorts because it doesn’t carry an erotic book in praise of two small ivory hills, bared before it to a frenzy of guitars, then hidden by a wave of sighing silk. I am envious of my fingers catching the dialogue of darkness and light as it overflows from your hands, the movement of a spoon in your teacup, the salts stirred up in a body that yearns for a storm to spark the fire of song: gather me up, all of you, and hold me close so I can envy my memories of you in the future. I envy my tongue, which calls your name with as much care as someone carrying four crystal glasses in one hand. I taste the letters of your name one by one, like lyrical fruits. I do not add water to them, so as to preserve the taste of peaches and the thirst of my senses. I envy my imagination embracing you, silencing you, kissing you, caressing you, holding you tight and letting you go, bringing you near and pushing you away, lifting you up and putting you down, making you submit and submitting to you, and doing all the things I never do.

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Mahmoud Darwish, A River Dies of Thirst, Saqi Books, 2009.

Translated from the Arabic by Catherine Cobham.

because of a story in which the mother by Katie Yates

because of a story in which the mother by Katie Yates.

Squandermania and other foibles: The Present State of Poetry (Another Installment of… Of Being Quiet!)

Wallace Stevens house, Westerly Terrace, West Hartford, CT

Squandermania and other foibles: The Present State of Poetry (Another Installment of… Of Being Quiet!).

Keane – Somewhere Only We Know

Today’s Haiku (January 11, 2015) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)

一本の川を抱きたるまま冬野  太田うさぎ

ippon no kawa o dakitaru mama fuyuno

            holding

            one river…

            the winter field

                                    Usagi Ohta

Fay Aoyagi, translation

from “Shûkan Haiku” (“Haiku Weekly”) #397,  11/30/2014 Issue, http://weekly-haiku.blogspot.com

Today’s Haiku (January 11, 2015) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi).