“El concepto de arte comprometido es una ingenuidad porque nadie sabe del todo lo que ejecuta. (The notion of art as a compromise is a simplification, for no one knows entirely what they are...”
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In 1982 William Bronk won the American Book Award for his book Life Supports: New & Collected Poems. Since then, he has written seven additional books, and Sagetrieb has devoted an entire issue to his work. Bronk is unquestionably a major poet--utterly original, uncompromisingly abstract in content, and deeply sensuous in form. Michael Heller, in The New York Times Book Review, said Bronk's poetry is "singularly persistent in its own investigation of how our deepest truths are those which are most unsayable." This volume spans Bronk's entire career, from his first book Light and Dark, to his most recent Some Words and The Mild Day (Talisman), which the Village Voice praised as "offering epigrammatic style, philosophical reverie, and haiku-like concision." Selected Poems is an indispensable collection, containing the most compelling and the most popular of Bronk's eloquent poems.
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“El concepto de arte comprometido es una ingenuidad porque nadie sabe del todo lo que ejecuta. (The notion of art as a compromise is a simplification, for no one knows entirely what they are...”
“And marbled clouds go scudding by The many-steepled London sky.”
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“Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died.”
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“are they nothing at all, the cries of men? does nothing happen in time but time passing? -nothing happens, only the flickering eyelid of the great sun, hardly a movement, nothing, the unrede...”
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“Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each...”
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“We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.”
“Let not the rash marble risk garrulous breaches of oblivion's omnipotence, in many words recalling name, renown, events, birthplace. All those glass jewels are best left in the dark. Let not...”
“My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.”
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“anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone...”
“i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)”
“If I lie down on my bed I must be here, But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.”
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“Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.”
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“The Ogre does what ogres can, Deeds quite impossible for Man, But one prize is beyond his reach: The Ogre cannot master speech. About a subjugated plain, Among it's desperate and slain, The...”
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“These wheels within wheels These leaves folded in leaves These wheeling winds and winding leaves Those sprockets from those seeds This spiral shooting from that rainfall- What does a turning...”
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“The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.”
“What is a stratosphere fourteen miles from the earth or a sunken glass house on the sea-bottom amid fish and feather- stars unless a bet that man can shove on beyond yesterday's record of ma...”
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“At the start of Creation There was a dark without origin, At the breaking of Creation There is fire without end...”
“Hope and desire, All unfulfilled, Have more than rope And hangman killed.”
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“Aquí también esa desconocida Y ansiosa y breve cosa que es la vida. (Here too the never understood, Anxious, and brief affair that is life.)”
“El presente está solo. La memoria Erige el tiempo. Sucesión y engaño Es la rutina del reloj. El año No es menos vano que la vana historia. (The present is singular. It is memory that sets up...”
“Fortune, if thou’ll but gie me still Hale breeks, a scone, an whisky gill, An’ rowth o’ rhyme to rave at will, Take a’ the rest, An’ deal’t about as thy blind skill Directs thee best.”
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“ওঃ মরে যাব মরে যাব মরে যাব আমার চামড়ার লহমা জ্বলে যাচ্ছে অকাট্য তুরুপে আমি কী কোর্বো কোথায় যাব ওঃ কিছুই ভাল্লাগছে না সাহিত্য-ফাহিত্য লাথি মেরে চলে যাব শুভা শুভা আমাকে তোমার তর্মুজ আঙরাখার ভে...”
“अंतरटॉनिक बीड़ी फूँकती हो अवंतिका चुंबन में श्रम का स्वाद पाता हूँ देसी पीती हो अवंतिका श्वास में नींद की गंध पाता हूँ गुटखा खाती हो अवंतिका जीभ पर रक्त का स्पर्श पाता हूँ जुलूस में जाती हो अ...”
“काली अँधेरी रात थी फाल्गुन की पंचमी का चाँद भी डूब चुका था तब, मरना तो उसे था ही, सुना है कल रात पोस्टमॉर्टेम के लिए ले गये उसे। पास ही लेटी थी पत्नी और बच्चा भी था, बिखरी थी चाँदनी चारों ओर...”