Kenneth Rexroth
satya - 1/10/2018, 7:04:42 AM
Translations from Japanese - Kenneth Rexroth
satya - 1/15/2018, 10:01:32 AM
Poems of Kenneth Rexroth
Poems of Kenneth Rexroth
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Writings of Kenneth Rexroth
Writings of Kenneth Rexroth
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On What Planet
Uniformly over the whole countryside The warm air flows imperceptibly seaward; The autumn haze drifts in deep bands Over the pale water; White egrets stand in the blue marshes; Tamalpais, Diablo, St. Helena Float in the air. Climbing on the cliffs of Hunter?s Hill We look out over fifty miles of sinuous Interpenetration of mountains and sea. Leading up a twisted chimney, Just as my eyes rise to the level Of a small cave, two white owls Fly out, silent, close to my face. They hover, confused in the sunlight, And disappear into the recesses of the cliff. All day I have been watching a new climber, A young girl with ash blonde hair And gentle confident eyes. She climbs slowly, precisely, With unwasted grace. While I am coiling the ropes, Watching the spectacular sunset, She turns to me and says, quietly, ?It must be very beautiful, the sunset, On Saturn, with the rings and all the moons.
satya - 1/15/2018, 10:09:45 AM
No question: Finely crafted poetry, essays, and translations
Finely crafted: Very few of that these days!! I don't mind being thirsty for that sort, be it in any media.
satya - 1/15/2018, 10:10:53 AM
Couple of these comments taken from this PDF: Gregory McNamee
Couple of these comments taken from this PDF: Gregory McNamee
satya - 1/15/2018, 10:11:48 AM
His art sprang from the classical tradition of which the mind of the West is made.
His art sprang from the classical tradition of which the mind of the West is made.
satya - 1/15/2018, 10:14:56 AM
In continuous revolt against the public hallucination
Whether found in his essays, or in his poetry, or in the works of the Chinese, French, Greek, and Japanese poets he undertook to translate, the tradition is alive and well, in continuous revolt against the public hallucination
satya - 1/15/2018, 10:18:08 AM
When we with Sapho - Rexroth
about the cool water the wind sounds through sprays of apple, and from the quivering leaves slumber pours down.
satya - 1/15/2018, 10:35:38 AM
Gregory McNamee's translation of Greek Poem Apple Orchard
Leave Crete for this holy temple Where a lovely grove of apple trees Fringes an altar that smokes with incense In your praise. Shadows of roses fall on the ground, And cold jets of water whisper in branches, And shimmering leaves Rain down deep sleep. In the meadow stallions browse, And wildflowers blossom, And anise fills the air with fragrance. Here, beloved Aphrodite, pour Immortal nectar in golden cups, Fill all with sudden ecstasy.