The Remorse for Time | A poem by Howard Nemerov, 1920-91
George Wylesol When I was a boy, I used to go to bedBy daylight, in the summer, and lie awakeBetween...
George Wylesol When I was a boy, I used to go to bedBy daylight, in the summer, and lie awakeBetween...
Paul Caponigro, Back-lit sunflower, Connecticut, 1970 Ah! sunflower, weary of time,Who countest the steps of the sun,Seeking after that sweet...
SS Malolo, Menu, 1926 Within this restless, hurried, modern worldWe took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,And now the white...
Jean Berko Gleason, Yesterday he _ , 1958 There are those who love to get dirtyand fix thingsThey drink coffee...
Ellsworth Kelly, La Combe III, 1951 Ask me not.What is Friendship?I do not know. What is friendship?I do not know.....
Constantin Brâncuși, Sleeping Muse I, 1909-10 if i have made, my lady, intricateimperfect various things chiefly which wrongyour eyes(frailer than...
Erich Heckel, Blossoming Apple Trees, 1907 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house...
Jindřich Štyrský, Little Alabaster Hand, 1940 Look at your hand, how slowly it moves,transparent, tangible, cut through with light,beautiful, alive,...
Sigmar Polke “Eat your chocolates, little girl,Eat your chocolates!Believe me, there’s no metaphysics on earth like chocolates,And all religions put...
Auguste de Châtillon, Portrait of Léopoldine Hugo,1836 "At dawn tomorrow, when the plains grow bright,I'll go. You wait for me:...