Author Archives: Katherine Dolan
The First Solitude (lines 584-600)
To sweet crystal harmony thirsting mountain girls kneel down, like foolish quail to the call that appears to be their voice, and green conceals the net that lies among the spiky grains. Musical leaves adorn the smallest branch of the … Continue reading
Salvage
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasgna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop . reverting to tar smudge, wax shine antiqued to crusted winepress smear, windshield battered to intact ice-tint, a rarity . fresh from the Pleistocene. … Continue reading
Elegy VIII The Comparison
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats’ pores doth trill, As the almighty balm of th’ early East, Such are the sweat drops of my mistress’ breast, And on her brow … Continue reading
Today
So here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away. . Out of Eternity This new Day is born; Into Eternity, At night, will return. . Behold it aforetime No eye ever did: So … Continue reading
Written by Somebody at the Window of an Inn at Stirling, on Seeing the Royal Palace in Ruin
. Here Stuarts once in glory reigned, And laws for Scotland’s weal ordained; But now unroof’d their palace stands, Their sceptre’s swayed by other hands; Fallen indeed, and to the earth Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth. The injured Stuart … Continue reading
the apple
. this is not just an apple this is an experience red green yellow with underlying pits of white wet with cold water I bite into it christ, a white doorway… . another bite chewing while thinking of an old … Continue reading
Dream Song 1
Huffy Henry hid the day, unappeasable Henry sulked. I see his point,–a trying to put things over. It was the thought that they thought they could do it made Henry wicked & away. But he should have come out and … Continue reading
Be With Those Who Help Your Being
Be with those who help your being. Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths. Not these visible forms, your work is deeper. A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces. If … Continue reading
Fragment 32
Whoever is alive is pleased by song. . Archilochus (trans. Guy Davenport)