OK, at least, they should be important ... OK, maybe important to me and quite a few others ...

• ABLE MUSE WRITE PRIZE (Poetry & Fiction) - $500 prize each & publication
  Judges: Rachel Hadas - poetry; Alan Cheuse - fiction
  Deadline: February 15, 2011
  
• ABLE MUSE BOOK AWARD (Poetry) - $1000 prize, plus book publication
  Judge: Andrew Hudgins
  Deadline: March 31, 2011

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I pick up Edna at Rare and Racy: Wine From These Grapes. Hamish Hamilton. 90 Great Russell Street, London.1934 5s.net. Very plain jacket, but with soft rich pages beautifully cut and printed. Eight pounds! I hurry her home. She gives me this poem for my book of the winter:




How Naked, How Without a Wall



How naked, how without a wall
Against the wind and the sharp sleet,
He fares at night, that fares at all
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In honour of the winter solstice and the lunar eclipse, (unseen but very strange pink/red hues in the dawn sky) this thirteenth century poem from the anthology Medieval English Lyrics edited by R.T.Davies Faber and Faber.1963.
The prose version is my own guesswork.


The Man in the Moon


Mon in the mone stond and strit;
On his bot-forke his burthen he bereth.
It is muche wonder that he na down slit—
For doute leste he falle...

I like this early poem by Stevie Smith, a typical mixture of melancholy and cheesy oddity, difficult to paraphrase or interpret. Her poetry and novels have moved in and out of fashion since their first publication. Her poetry remains delightfully sui generis.



Night-Time In The Cemetery


The funeral paths are hung with snow
About the graves the mourners go
To think of those who lie below.
The churchyard pales are black against...

The robin waits as I pour hot water into the birdbath, slowly melting the ice. For most of this day I think there won’t be any quote to continue this book of the winter, then I find this passage in my 1850 W.Pickering copy of Taylor’s Holy Dying, and the phrase “they dwell upon ice” finds a place here.


Holy Dying


Man never hath one day to himself of entire peace from the things of this world; but either something troubles him, or nothing satisfies...