Reading with Jane Hirshfield on Thursday, November 19 @7pm Pacific time

I am so lucky to be reading with the incomparable Jane Hirshfield this week, sponsored by Marin Poetry Canter and Osher Marin JCC.  It’s free, and you can register here.

It’s going to be a back and forth conversation, and I am pretty sure Jane will start with this poem:

A. R. Ammons

I came across this poem and thought it a good one to share with you, even though it references September.  On the East Coast, September is very much like November here.

Day

On a cold late
September morning,
wider than sky-wide
discs of lit-shale clouds

skim the hills,
crescents, chords
of sunlight
now and then fracturing

the long peripheries:
the crow flies
silent
on course but destinationless,

floating:
hurry, hurry,
the running light says,
while anything remains.

A. R. Ammons

A small poem for a tense time

Sometimes I see a poem and just want to translate it for myself. Maybe I don’t like the translation I see, maybe it hasn’t been translated, maybe it just seems a challenge. I can’t remember why I translated this, but it seemed a good poem for this tense week:

 

Consolación

Es tan estrepitoso nuestro día,
Desgarrado por máquinas crueles,
Que el silencio recubre nuestra noche
Como si las alturas estelares
Nos consolaran de habitar la Tierra.

Jorge Guillén

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