"dreaming," by Charles Bukowski

More Haiku of Basho, translated by Lucien Stryk

Haiku of Basho, translated by Lucien Stryk

"I Never See the Red Rose Crown the Year," by John Masefield

"oh, yes," by Charles Bukowski

I hear a rumbling - music + Margaret Walker poem

"The Name of It is 'Autumn,'" by Emily Dickinson

What Have You Done For Me, Lately?

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What Have You Done for Me, Lately?


What have you done for me, Lately?
 I don't even understand your name--
"Lately" can mean tardy or recent,
and hell, "late" can even mean dead.
"My late uncle" doesn't mean, "Oh,
I wonder what's keeping my uncle!"
Death's keeping him. I'm compulsively

early in a world that slops past appointments
like bilge. The others arrive late--but not
lately. Good God, Lately, you're a rejected
adverb! You're a part of speech wandering
in a desert. What have you done for me
except make me rush, glance at my watch,
worry when a friend doesn't show?

Lately, you are time's freelancer, a runner
for bookies, the line of people that doesn't
move. I'd like to do something for you,
Lately. For really I would.

"Fox and You," by Hans Ostrom

"Sometimes," by Herman Hesse

"Little Lyric (Of Great Importance)"

"Give Us Our Peace," by Langston Hughes

One By Samuel Daniel

Reposting a link to a poem by Samuel Daniel, a lesser known but very fine Renaissance poet:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucfxFFhojjU&feature=related