Canvas 346
December 31, 2013
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Friday, December 27, 2013
I read, therefore I am
Picking up where we left off
last year, here is a list of the eighty-two books I read in 2013.
Like the days themselves, what a comfort, joy, and challenge they
have been.
~
Thy sayings sweet,
The which, as modern
usage lasts,
Shall make their very
ink-marks dear to us.†
~
The Complete Works
of Shakespeare
Volumes VIII, IX, X
(Ten Volumes)
by William Shakespeare
Confessions of an
English Opium-Eater
by Thomas de Quincey
The History of Gil
Blas of Santillana
(Three Volumes)
by Alain René le Sage
The Irresponsibles
by Archibald MacLeish
More Poems
by A.E. Housman
Six Moral Tales from
Jules Laforgue
by Jules Laforgue
The Decameron
by Giovanni Boccaccio
Peter Ibbetson
by George du Maurier
Riders to the Sea
by J.M. Synge
The Garden of
Epicurus
by Anatole France
Paolo &
Francesca
by Stephen Phillips
Ellen Terry &
Bernard Shaw: A Correspondence
by Ellen Terry and George
Bernard Shaw
As They Seemed to Me
by Ugo Ojetti
An Anthology of
American Poetry: Lyric America, 1630-1930
Including Supplement,
1930-1935
Edited by Alfred Kreymborg
A Japanese
Nightingale
by Onoto Watanna
(Winnifred Eaton)
Poems You Ought to
Know
Edited by Elia W. Peattie
Boswell’s London
Journal, 1762-1763
by James Boswell
The History of Mr.
John Decastro
and His Brother Bat,
Commonly Called Old Crab,
the merry matter
written by John Mathers,
the grave by a Solid Gentleman
(Two Volumes)
by Anonymous
The Memoirs and
Anecdotes of the Count de Ségur
by Count Louis-Philippe de
Ségur
Astrophel &
Stella
by Sir Philip Sidney
Exemplary Novels of
Cervantes
by Miguel de Cervantes
Saavedra
The Three Musketeers
by Alexandre Dumas
A Sentimental
Journey Through France & Italy
With Selections from
the Journals, Sermons & Correspondence
of Laurence Sterne
by Laurence Sterne
The Poet at the
Breakfast-Table
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Ballad of Beau
Brocade and Other Poems of the XVIIIth Century
by Austin Dobson
bride of sorrows: a
prose poem in 14 stanzas
by Paulette Turcotte
The Works of James
Russell Lowell
(Eleven Volumes)
by James Russell Lowell
The Shadow on the
Dial and Other Essays
by Ambrose Bierce
Marked Men: Poems by
Joseph Hutchison
by Joseph Hutchison
The Works of Aretino
by Pietro Aretino
(Two Volumes)
Venus in Furs
by Leopold von
Sacher-Masoch
Painted Veils
by James Huneker
The Memoirs of
Jacques Casanova de Seingalt,
Prince of
Adventurers and the Most Indomitable of Lovers
by Giacomo Casanova
(Two Volumes)
Charles Dickens, The
Last of the Great Men
(Charles Dickens: A
Critical Study)
by G.K. Chesterton
Life and Art by
Thomas Hardy:
Essays, Notes, and
Letters Collected for the First Time
by Thomas Hardy
The Penn Country and
The Chilterns
by Ralph M. Robinson
The Autobiography of
Edward, Lord Herbert of Cherbury
With Introduction, Notes,
Appendices, and a Continuation of the Life
by Sidney L. Lee
Four Comedies
by Carlo Goldoni
The Quest of Great
Celtic Mystery and other stories
by Jonathan Chant
~
THE FRENCH IMMORTALS
(Twenty Volumes)
:
Madame Chrysanthème
by Pierre Loti
The Red Lily
by Anatole France
Fromont and Risler
by Alphonse Daudet
Cosmopolis
by Paul Bourget
A Romance of Youth
by François Coppée
An “Attic”
Philosopher
by Émile Souvestre
A Woodland Queen
by André Theuriet
Monsieur de Camors
by Octave Feuillet
Jacqueline
by Madame Blanc (Marie
Thérèse Bentzon)
Gerfaut
by Charles de Bernard
Cinq-Mars
by Alfred de Vigny
(Two Volumes)
The Confession of a
Child of the Century
by Alfred de Musset
Monsieur, Madame,
and Bébé
by Gustave Droz
The Ink-Stain
by René Bazin
The Abbé Constantin
by Ludovic Halévy
Serge Panine
by Georges Ohnet
Conscience
by Hector Malot
Prince Zilah
by Jules Clarétie
Zibeline
by Phillipe de Massa
~
She Stoops to
Conquer; or, The Mistakes of a Night
by Oliver Goldsmith
Cyrano de Bergerac
by Edmond Rostand
The Master of
Ballantrae: A Winter’s Tale
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Eugénie Grandet
by Honoré de Balzac
Marius the
Epicurean: His Sensations and Ideas
by Walter Pater
(two volumes)
† Dante. Purg.
XXVI. 112-114
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Places
Snow in the churchyard
and you
giving your old black coat
to a stranger frozen
and still
its weight
on his shoulders
known only to him
his wings showing
through
his joy
again
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
The gift was a word
I don’t remember the year.
But I was quite small.
The gift was a word.
I’m unwrapping it still.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
When object warms the hand it loves
When object warms the hand it loves
and hand the heart it holds,
by eye is said what tongue conceals
of love that ever flows,
in peace a song past marble rows
a name no haste reveals,
to find below those wings above,
as winter comes, and winter goes.
Monday, December 23, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
I remember one
I remember one, a snowflake
it might have been,
turned out to be
a child’s hand
melting in my own,
as winter coaxed
the last leaf
down.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
The year it’s been, the life it is
Stake your claim
and fertile be thy bones
a passing train
soon gone
your hat
in the wind
a place
by the road
your face
a field
to loving
hands
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Canvas 331
The greatest fiction is the
face:
true in each detail,
yet impossible
to trace.
Canvas 331
December 10, 2013
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Monday, December 9, 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
There is a difference
There is a difference between cold, the
visitor,
and cold, the companion.
The visitor wears fine clothes
and knocks before entering.
The companion is present always,
and confesses our end.
Such a faithful friend, yet,
we would abandon him.
But we shall not speak of death
this bright winter dawn.
We shall not, for something, or
someone,
is making a sound.
Our gaze on the door, our hand
to the knob.
If out must be in, then in
must be out.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
She bestowed candles
She bestowed candles on the statues
and lit them well.
“Winter, my soul. Behold.”
It was a song, and as she sang it,
the candles burned low.
“Soon. Very soon. Soon, she will
know.”
The statues grew cold. But oh,
how they loved her. They loved her so
well.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Snow
And you in your long black coat,
talked about by crows:
You in the way a child looks out
upon the stones in rows:
You in haste who turn about,
surprised by what you know:
Is this the name you’re looking for,
the one that is your own?
Thursday, December 5, 2013
The rain, a hand through it
The rain, a hand through
it,
the mist, a veil — as if memory were
arriving
and departing at the same time, and
thereby
leaving its firm imprint — a face? —
no,
something far more real than that:
love?
yes, love — else why the chill,
and the fever it leaves
behind?
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Timo e basilico
What better way to learn
Italian than reading about food
prepared by a dear friend and favorite artist?
Congratulations, Laura,
on your beautiful new
blog,
Monday, December 2, 2013
Faint light, still palm
I’m not sure yet what this means,
but I like the way it sounds;
of course, sound, too, is part of
what it means.
Faint
light
still
palm
feint
life
save
none
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Monsieur, Madame, et Bébé
My Dear Droz :
Now surely you must see,
that if a man can weep over words
written a hundred fifty years ago,
there is hope for us
still.
*
The French
Immortals,
Vol. XIV
Winter flight
When, restless as any other,
she forsakes that statue
too old and cold
to march,
where will
that poor soul be?
And what, then, of we?
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