—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA
—Anonymous Photos
—Anonymous Photos
DOVES
Doves on the rooftops
before this alcove
birdsong will rise
on an open grassy field
forgetting the hour
lodged in this dawn
destined to escape
for a shield of snow.
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BY THE TUILERIES
Pushing aside my thoughts
by the Tuileries
wondering which flowers
will make a brief daylight scene
within a curl of winding
strawberries
to take time away
from the artistic loneliness
of so many gathered here
to echo in their art or music.
BY THE TUILERIES
Pushing aside my thoughts
by the Tuileries
wondering which flowers
will make a brief daylight scene
within a curl of winding
strawberries
to take time away
from the artistic loneliness
of so many gathered here
to echo in their art or music.
Tuileries Garden
IDOMENEO
Mozart's overture
opens an opera
that lacerates
the curse
in its libretto
the culture
of the gods
plays out its part
where love
opens our hearts.
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IN A RIPTIDE
In a riptide
the boat rears up
on the shore
where two blackbirds
rise by half-flight
over at the tidal basin
as cherry blossoms
spin in the air.
Riptide
—Anonymous Photo
RODIN
The Thinker
that was his body
distant eyes
of philosophy
always
on the precipice
of Dante's
conclusions,
earthbound
by logic.
—Anonymous
AT NIGHT
At night
by twined hours
a decade passes
its petals
and rootless seasons
from blinded lights
of guiding dust
in parchment histories
from shooting
stars.
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FAULKNER'S NOVELS
A construct root
of reflections
installed by voices
of pranks hijacked
to prejudice
in his metropolis
in an abyss
of family relations
from a direction-less
sense of endless existence
yet with outposts
of ultimate humaneness.
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Today’s LittleNip:
THE FALLING STAR
—Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
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Many thanks to B.Z. Niditch for today’s tasty technicolor poems, as his shooting stars light up the sky!
—Medusa
At night
by twined hours
a decade passes
its petals
and rootless seasons
from blinded lights
of guiding dust
in parchment histories
from shooting
stars.
__________________
FAULKNER'S NOVELS
A construct root
of reflections
installed by voices
of pranks hijacked
to prejudice
in his metropolis
in an abyss
of family relations
from a direction-less
sense of endless existence
yet with outposts
of ultimate humaneness.
___________________
Today’s LittleNip:
THE FALLING STAR
—Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
_________________
Many thanks to B.Z. Niditch for today’s tasty technicolor poems, as his shooting stars light up the sky!
—Medusa
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