http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/ The Cruelest Month Thu, 01 May 2008 02:33:21 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/119 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/119 from Five-Finger Exercises T.S. Eliot How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot! With his features of clerical cut, And his brow so grim And his mouth so prim And his Tue, 29 Apr 2008 20:53:38 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/118 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/118 bon bon il est un pays Samuel Beckett all right all right there's a land where forgetting where forgetting weighs gently upon worlds unnamed there the head we Mon, 28 Apr 2008 21:01:11 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/117 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/117 The Leaving Brigit Pegeen Kelly My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a Sun, 27 Apr 2008 15:40:02 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/116 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/116 Father Ted Kooser *May 19, 1999* Today you would be ninety-seven if you had lived, and we would all be miserable, you and your children, driving from clinic to Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:53:56 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/115 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/115 Gnosticism V Anne Carson ". . . what the little word *after *means . . ." ?I. Kant, Inaugural Dissertation, 2.399.4-6 Stuffed September night, the hot leaves Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:11:25 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/114 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/114 The Only Animal Franz Wright The only animal that commits suicide went for a walk in the park, basked on a hard bench in the first star, traveled to the edge Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:09:38 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/113 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/113 Bearhug Michael Ondaatje Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing, then something else, walk slowly round the corner Wed, 23 Apr 2008 15:24:58 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/112 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/112 Entry Lisa Sewell Let the sea in my window every morning remind me of the world and its long thirsty life. Let me ask. Let me admit. Let me draw myself into Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:34:35 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/111 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/111 From Blossoms Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:52:33 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/110 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/110 Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry Howard Nemerov Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned into pieces Sun, 20 Apr 2008 21:46:57 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/109 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/109 Please Take Back the Sparrows Suzanne Buffam Please take back the sparrows. They are bothersome and cute. They are brown and daily all year long. They make a Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:07:13 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/108 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/108 HOUSEHOLD ACTIVITY NO. 26 J.R. Quackenbush *on a photograph of Stacie Primeaux taken by her son* Hold this end and fold the length folds and then walk together Fri, 18 Apr 2008 21:21:05 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/107 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/107 The Problem With Skin Aimee Nezhukumatathil is not how it keeps all of you in, a miracle quite, a thing. But how it remembers and remembers even if the grey Fri, 18 Apr 2008 01:54:22 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/106 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/106 Poppies in October Sylvia Plath Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her Wed, 16 Apr 2008 14:55:01 GMT martha http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/105 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/april_is/message/105 An old story Bob Hicok It's hard being in love with fireflies. I have to do all the pots and pans. When asked to parties they always wear the same color dress.