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Tuesday, March 14, 2017
The poem is by Archilochos of Paros (680-645 B.C.).
The text in Greek:
Επτά νεκρών γα\ρ πεσόντων,
οu$ς ε)μάρψαμεν ποσίν
Χείλιοι ει)με/n φονήες
Of the seven the fallen corpses
we trampled with our feet
we were the thousand killers.
Posted by Thomas Crofts at 5:32 PM
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
It is a great honor to have been asked to choose texts for the Appalachian Dharma and Meditation Center's new poetry page. This will be an ongoing page with poems cycling in and out. The inaugural batch includes poems by Chögyam Trungpa, Thich Nhat Hanh, Cold Mountain, D. H. Lawrence and Appalachian poet Jim Webb.
R. H. Blyth (1898-1964), Zen and Haiku scholar and teacher
Posted by Thomas Crofts at 11:07 AM
Friday, February 17, 2017
Weland him by wurman wraeces cunnade
--‘Deor’ ca. 950
Suppose a viper-queen had been able
to manipulate snakes with her hair
still I have never heard tell
of such a demented scene as this
or so bland an instrument of torture
No particle of this lore was lost on Weland
the crafty smith would change those runes
he forged a favorable thing for himself
restoring crookedness to roads
and houses, and swords, and thrones,
and caskets and poems
by means of worms
and curious cranial goblets.
The poem does not explain how he was able to fly.
Posted by Thomas Crofts at 3:07 PM
Saturday, February 11, 2017
The goat-georgic below is also the first entry in a new blog I have begun, Into the Porches, where the reader will find the poems I shall be sending, on a daily basis, to the White House. Not the protest poems you may expect, and surely deserve, but strictly dulce et utile, prodesse aut delectare, for it is to be sweet and useful, didactic and delectable, that one strives. TC
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leprous distilment
Posted by Thomas Crofts at 9:49 PM
One of our goats,Corinna,
miscarried last Thursday.
Three not remotely viable goat-fetuses
asleep in the hay.
yet at the same time
sort of beautiful in its way.
is a corpse-chucking fuck-show,
as we farmers like to say.
but they were all 'No.
it's time for us to go.'
Posted by Thomas Crofts at 8:48 PM