It is really great that such magazines as the New Yorker or newspapers like The New York Times or The Wallstreet Journal have opened up their archives to the entire world. So there you go, now you know what I’m doing online most of the time, I’m going through their archives. (The New Yorker; The New York TimesHarper\’s Magazine)
Here is a poem from the New Yorker i really liked:
by Jack Gilbert July 7, 2008
- He is watching the music with his eyes closed.
Hearing the piano like a man moving
through the woods thinking by feeling.
The orchestra up in the trees, the heart below,
step by step. The music hurrying sometimes,
but always returning to quiet, like the man
remembering and hoping. It is a thing in us,
mostly unnoticed. There is somehow a pleasure
in the loss. In the yearning. The pain
going this way and that. Never again.
Never bodied again. Again the never.
Slowly. No undergrowth. Almost leaving.
A humming beauty in the silence.
The having been. Having had. And the man
knowing all of him will come to the end.