Mercury Day poetry: Mark Strand’s ‘Eating Poetry’

Former U.S. Poet Laurete and Pulitzer winner Mark Strand died over the weekend. It’s of note in our house because Bobbie studied with him at Johns Hopkins.

So we mark his passing with this poem: Eating Poetry.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

There’s a similar rush and joy involved in “eating Ashtanga,” right?

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Mercury Day poetry: One to comfort ahead of 11/11/11

Despite my dismissal of the whole “11/11/11” thing, I figure it doesn’t hurt to be safe rather than sorry.

So, for some comfort heading into Friday’s momentous date: a poem by William Carlos Williams:

Peace on Earth

The Archer is wake!
The Swan is flying!
Gold against blue
An Arrow is lying.
There is hunting in heaven–
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
The Bears are abroad!
The Eagle is screaming!
Gold against blue
Their eyes are gleaming!
Sleep safe till tomorrow.
The Sisters lie
With their arms intertwining;
Gold against blue
Their hair is shining!
The Serpent writhes!
Orion is listening!
Gold against blue
His sword is glistening!
There is hunting in heaven–
Sleep safe till tomorrow.

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