A Latin Elective, Brooklyn College, 1968 While our knees pistoned for Professor Kaplan to hand out the passages we’d have to translate for our final exam, Eleanor mumbled, “Latin’s a dead language, as dead as it can be; first it killed the Romans, and now it’s killing me.” Maybe it was hilarious, maybe I … Continue reading Poetry by Robert Cooperman
Haiku (310-314)
By Thomas Page The stars, eternal Flames in the sky, compared to Broke GPSs. A thousand drapes hung From the same curtain rod will Rest in the same way. The lake and the rock Disappearing into the Other--Chiasmus. A lawn of grass, Staked like old divisions Immeasurable. Students who only Memorize and … Continue reading Haiku (310-314)
Bells
By Thomas Page Each high school seems to have a bell, Not a bell in the liturgical or civic sense, A bell of copper or metal Hung in its own tower Visible to the people underneath it. School bells hidden somewhere in the wall. Hundred odd bell towers in the concrete Like the hallways … Continue reading Bells
Academy of the Heart And Mind 