Friday, July 07, 2006

Two pieces of news yesterday. I received a rejection from Pebble Lake Review, and I learned that I was not a finalist in the Oberon Foundation 2006 Poetry Contest.


Not Waving but Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And new he’s dead.
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning).
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

--Stevie Smith


Archaic Torso of Apollo

We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise the stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:

would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.

--Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell


At 12:02 PM, Blogger Writing Blind said...

Just keep going. In the long run, the rejections don't matter all that much anyway.

At 12:54 PM, Blogger Gerald Huml said...

Thanks, Rebecca.


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