American poetry

  • American poetry,  art,  Asher Jay,  modern art,  poet,  poetry

    Metamorphosis by Asher Jay

    Metamorphosis: – an original literary work by ©Asher Jay 2013 I have been the wild horse that could not be tamed, the unpredictable storm, the loose cannon, the changing wind, the winding ocean current the meandering river, the vagrant cloud and I have always found the other to be a shackle This maybe why I have never been the sails of a sturdy oak ship never the salt by the pepper shaker the oars to a hand carved canoe, the ornate brass legs to a rosewood table nor the buttons of a bespoke shirt something in you has left me feeling more button than horse, more salt than storm more…

  • American poetry,  art,  Richard Eberhart

    The Eclipse

    I stood out in the open coldTo see the essence of the eclipseWhich was its perfect darkness. I stood in the cold on the porchAnd could not think of anything so perfectAs mans hope of light in the face of darkness. Richard Eberhart The latest news in contemporary and modern art in New York, London, Paris and Berlin

  • American poetry,  trees

    A Dream of Trees

    There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time to spare, With only streams and birds for company, To build out of my life a few wild stanzas. And then it came to me, that so was death, A little way away from everywhere. There is a thing in me still dreams of trees. But let it go. Homesick for moderation, Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away. If any find solution, let him tell it. Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation Where, as the times implore our true involvement, The…