mark strand

It changes me and dwells in me like an oasis more real than my body. by Diana Khoi Nguyen

And so I'll share it with you:

From Mark Strand's "The Idea." Please see the whole poem and hear Strand himself read it here.

In the distance, in the frozen reaches, a cabin;
And we stood before it, amazed at its being there,
And would have gone forward and opened the door,
And stepped into the glow and warmed ourselves there,
But that it was ours by not being ours,
And should remain empty. That was the idea.

Week 3, Day 1: Potential for strength, but weak knees: a colt out of the cave by Diana Khoi Nguyen

Here's the roundup for March 15-21:

  • Mark Strand's Man and Camel
  • Karen Volkman's Spar
  • Monica Youn's Barter

Rereads: (counts as 0.5 each):

  • Sarah Gridley's Weather Eye Open
  • Lucie Brock-Broido's A HungerThe Master Letters, and Trouble in Mind

I think you should envy the dreams I'll have when I sleep this week.