Tag Archives: Emily Dickinson

Unsaidquarters – “Sehnsucht” – Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow . . . (1/17/12)

Posted on January 17, 2012 by Brian Kubarycz

The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, or air, or ought, Regardless grown, A quartz contentment, like a stone. This is the hour of lead . . . –Emily Dickinson Only the one who knows yearning Knows … Continue reading →

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Carte de Visite – “None Can Hide”

Posted on January 1, 2012 by Brian Kubarycz

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! … Continue reading →

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Unsaidquarters – “Untouched by Noon” (11/19/11)

Posted on November 19, 2011 by Brian Kubarycz

• 216 • Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning And untouched by Noon— Lie the meek members of the Resurrection— Rafter of Satin—and Roof of Stone! Grand go the Years—in the Crescent—above them— Worlds scoop their Arcs— And … Continue reading →

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Unsaidquarters – After Great Rain

Posted on August 4, 2011 by Brian Kubarycz

After great pain a formal feeling comes — The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; The stiff Heart questions — was it He that bore? And yesterday — or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, … Continue reading →

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Bear Kirkpatrick: A Loaded Gun – essay by Brian Kubarycz

Posted on July 29, 2011 by Brian Kubarycz

His Life Had Stood—A Loaded Gun: Myth and Metamorphosis in The Photography of Bear Kirkpatrick My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woods— And … Continue reading →

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