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Monthly Archives: May 2026
Poem of the day
Love and Death
by Lord Byron (1788-1824) (his last poem)
I watched thee when the foe was at our side,
Ready to strike at him—or thee and me.
Were safety hopeless—rather than divide
Aught with one loved save love and liberty:
I watched thee on the breakers, when the rock
Received our prow and all was storm and fear,
And bade thee cling to me through every shock;
This arm would be thy bark, or breast thy bier.
I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes,
Yielding my couch and stretched me on the ground,
When overworn with watching, ne’er to rise
From thence if thou an early grave hadst found.
The earthquake came, and rocked the quivering wall,
And men and nature reeled as if with wine.
Whom did I seek around the tottering hall?
For thee. Whose safety first provide for? Thine.
And when convulsive throes denied my breath
The faintest utterance to my fading thought,
To thee—to thee—e’en in the gasp of death
My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought.
Thus much and more; and yet thou lov’st me not,
And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will.
Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot
To strongly, wrongly, vainly love thee still.
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Poem of the day
Ars Poetica
by Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982)
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
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Reason #5,507 why we need independent immigration courts
“Since January 2025, the Trump administration has fired more than 113 immigration judges, pushed out others through buyouts and reassignments and replaced them with military lawyers and political appointees.
“The Guardian spoke with a dozen judges who had been fired or accepted buyouts, and others still on the bench to understand what is unfolding inside the immigration courts and what it may signal for the broader American justice system. Many said the purge was not just about immigration. It reflects a growing effort to exert political control over the courts, pressuring judges to align with enforcement goals. Some warned that if such pressure became normalized, it could reshape how justice is administered far beyond immigration.”
Judges have been fired or taken buyouts, and those remaining say they toe the government line
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Poem of the day
Épilogue
by Albert Lozeau (1878-1924)
J’ai versé tout le sang de mon coeur dans mes vers.
Ma fatigue a laissé souvent la page blanche.
Ma vie intérieure en poèmes s’épanche
Aux rythmes variés des sentiments divers.
Sur ma profonde nuit mes yeux se sont ouverts;
J’ai dit ce que j’ai vu d’une voix simple et franche.
Si j’ai menti d’un mot douteux, je le retranche:
J’errais en des sentiers de ténèbres couverts.
Et maintenant, Seigneur, de ces heures passées
A traduire mon âme en strophes cadencées,
Me tiendrez-vous rigueur au jour du jugement?
Ai-je perdu le temps précieux de la vie?
Si je n’ai jamais su vous chanter autrement,
Votre gloire n’a-t-elle été par moi servie?
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Game of the week
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Poem of the day
Maria
by Novalis (Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg) (1772-1801)
Ich sehe dich in tausend Bildern,
Maria, lieblich ausgedrückt,
Doch keins von allen kann dich schildern,
Wie meine Seele dich erblickt.
Ich weiß nur, daß der Welt Getümmel
Seitdem mir wie ein Traum verweht
Und ein unnennbar süßer Himmel
Mir ewig im Gemüte steht.
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