Category Archives: poetry

“The Lotus Eaters” guest post

Posted on December 15, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

There’s a (new) excerpt from The Duke and the Pirate Queen posted at RT Book Reviews. There’s also a message from the author. Which is me. And I’m posting about “The Lotus Eaters” and The Duke and The Pirate Queen … Continue reading →

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Siegfried Sassoon, "Thrushes"

Posted on November 14, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Thrushes Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim, Whose voices make the emptiness of light A windy palace. Quavering from the brim Of dawn, and bold with song at edge of night, They clutch their leafy pinnacles and … Continue reading →

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e.e. cummings, somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

Posted on October 17, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose methough i have closed … Continue reading →

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Charles Sorley, "Barbury Camp"

Posted on August 29, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Barbury Camp We burrowed night and day with tools of lead,Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ringAnd hurled the earth above. And Caesar said,“Why, it is excellent. I like the thing.”We, who are dead,Made it, and wrought, … Continue reading →

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"Vision," Siegfried Sassoon

Posted on August 8, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Vision I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall— They fling delight across the world; they call To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race… … Continue reading →

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"i like my body when it is with your body," e.e. cummings,

Posted on July 31, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the … Continue reading →

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Brenda Shaughnessy, "Miracles"

Posted on July 2, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Miracles I spent the whole daycrying and writing, untilthey became the same, as when the planet covers the sunwith all its might and stillI can see it; or when one dead body gives its heartto a name on a list. … Continue reading →

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Charlotte Mew, "Absence"

Posted on June 19, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Absence Sometimes I know the wayYou walk, up over the bay;It is a wind from that far seaThat blows the fragrance of your hair to me. Or in this garden when the breezeTouches my treesTo stir their dreaming shadows on … Continue reading →

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"The Metamorphoses of a Vampire," Charles Baudelaire

Posted on May 23, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

The Metamorphoses of a Vampire Meanwhile, from her red mouth the woman, in husky tones,Twisting her body like a serpent upon hot stonesAnd straining her white breasts from their imprisonment,Let fall these words, as potent as a heavy scent:“My lips … Continue reading →

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Anne Sexton, "Courage"

Posted on March 20, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Courage It is in the small things we see it.The child’s first step,as awesome as an earthquake.The first time you rode a bike,wallowing up the sidewalk.The first spanking when your heartwent on a journey all alone.When they called you crybabyor … Continue reading →

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