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From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up From you…
Mark Strand (born 11 April 1934) is a Canadian-born American poet, essayist, and translator. He was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1990. Since 2005–06, he has been a professor of English and Comparative Literature at Columbia University. Strand was born on Summerside, Prince Edward Island, Canada. His early years were spent in North America, while much of his teenage years were spent in South and Central America. In 1957, he earned his B.A. from Antioch College in Ohio. Strand then studied painting under Josef Albers at Yale University where he earned a B.F.A in 1959. On a Fulbright Scholarship, Strand studied nineteenth-century Italian poetry in Italy during 1960–1961. He attended the Iowa Writers' Workshop at the University of Iowa the following year and earned a Master of Arts in 1962. In 1965 he spent a year in Brazil as a Fulbright Lecturer. Photo Credit: © Timothy Greenfield-Sanders, All rights reserved.)
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When you see them tell them I am still here, that I stand on one leg while the other one dreams, that this is the only way,…
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We have done what we wanted. We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry of each other, and we have welcomed grief and called ruin the impossible habit to break.…
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Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.…
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Tonight I walked, lost in my own meditation, and was afraid, not of the labyrinth…
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Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning and the morning goes.…
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I was stretched out on the couch, about to doze off, when I imagined a small figure asleep on a couch identical to mine. "Wake up, little man, wake up," I cried. "The one you're wa…
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I had been a polar explorer in my youth and spent countless days and nights freezing in one blank place and then another. Eventually, I quit my travels and stayed at home,…
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You sit in a chair, touched by nothing, feeling the old self become the older self, imagining only the patience of water, the boredom of stone. You think that silence is the extra…
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In a field I am the absence of field. This is…
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Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing…
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On the eve of my fortieth birthday I sat on the porch having a smoke when out of the blue a man and a camel happened by. Neither uttered a sound…
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A white room and a party going on and I was standing with some friends under a large gilt-framed mirror that tilted slightly forward…
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The huge doll of my body refuses to rise. I am the toy of women. My mother…
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When the moon appears and a few wind-stricken barns stand out in the low-domed hills and shine with a light…
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