Poetry Posters

  • starrynightIenterourmirror
    - Alexis Rotella
  • A Rabbit As The King Of Ghosts
    The difficulty to think at the end of day,
    When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
    And nothing is left except light on your fur?

    There was the cat slopping its milk all day,
    Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milk
    And August the most peaceful month.

    To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
    Without that monument of cat, 
    The cat forgotten on the moon;

    And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
    In which everything is meant for you
    And nothing need be explained;

    Then there is nothing to think of. It comes of itself;
    And east rushes west and west rushes down,
    No matter. The grass is full

    And full of yourself. The trees around are for you,
    The whole of the wideness of night is for you,
    A self that touches all edges,

    You become a self that fills the four corners of night.
    The red cat hides away in the fur-light
    And there you are humped high, humped up,

    You are humped higher and higher, black as stone?
    You sit with your head like a carving in space
    And the little green cat is a bug in the grass.
    - Wallace Stevens
  • Music two centuries old
    the colors flow
    out of the teabag
    - Gary Hotham 
  • quietly the fireworks
    far away
    - Gary Hotham 
  • Everyone is asleep
    There is nothing to come between
    The moon and me
    - Enomoto Siefu-Jo 
  • Twilight
    Whenever I look
    out at the snowy
    mountains at this hour
    and speak directly
    into the ear of the sky,
    it’s you I’m thinking of.
    You’re like the spirits
    the children invent
    to inhabit the stuffed horse
    and the doll.
    I don’t know who hears me.
    I don’t know who speaks
    when the horse speaks.
    - Chase Twichell 
  • clouds blowing off the stars
    - Cor Van Den Heuvel
  • as the sun comes out
    a sail appears from behind
    the island
    - Cor Van Den Heuvel