David Humphreys and his boy, back in '89
BOY CRYING IN THE NIGHT
—Carlos Drummond de Andrade
In the warm, humid night, noiseless and dead, a boy cries.
His crying behind the wall, the light behind the window
are lost in the shadow of muffled footsteps, of tired voices.
Yet the sound of medicine poured into a spoon can be heard.
A boy cries in the night, behind the wall, across the street,
far away a boy cries, in another city,
in another world, perhaps.
And I see the hand that lifts the spoon while the other holds the head,
and I see the slick thread run down the boy's chin,
and slip into the street, only a thread, and slip through the city.
And nobody else in the world exists but that boy crying.
(translated from the Spanish by Mark Strand)
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Tomorrow night (Monday, 3/26), 7:30 PM: Sacramento Poetry Center presents Tim Bellows at HQ for the Arts, 25th & R Sts., Sac. [See Medusa's February 15 post for a profile of Tim.]
And David Humphreys is proud to present a Sonnet Contest from Poets Corner Press; deadline is Sept. 1, 2007. Please see guidelines on poetscornerpress.com and send formal or free-form sonnets with $10 reading fee for each entry to: Poets Corner Press, 8049 Thornton Rd., Stockton, CA 95209. The winner will be announced Nov. 1; judge will be Susan Kelly-DeWitt. First Place Award is $500! (Thanks for today's photo, David!)
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—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)
—Carlos Drummond de Andrade
In the warm, humid night, noiseless and dead, a boy cries.
His crying behind the wall, the light behind the window
are lost in the shadow of muffled footsteps, of tired voices.
Yet the sound of medicine poured into a spoon can be heard.
A boy cries in the night, behind the wall, across the street,
far away a boy cries, in another city,
in another world, perhaps.
And I see the hand that lifts the spoon while the other holds the head,
and I see the slick thread run down the boy's chin,
and slip into the street, only a thread, and slip through the city.
And nobody else in the world exists but that boy crying.
(translated from the Spanish by Mark Strand)
_______________________
Tomorrow night (Monday, 3/26), 7:30 PM: Sacramento Poetry Center presents Tim Bellows at HQ for the Arts, 25th & R Sts., Sac. [See Medusa's February 15 post for a profile of Tim.]
And David Humphreys is proud to present a Sonnet Contest from Poets Corner Press; deadline is Sept. 1, 2007. Please see guidelines on poetscornerpress.com and send formal or free-form sonnets with $10 reading fee for each entry to: Poets Corner Press, 8049 Thornton Rd., Stockton, CA 95209. The winner will be announced Nov. 1; judge will be Susan Kelly-DeWitt. First Place Award is $500! (Thanks for today's photo, David!)
_______________________
—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)
