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21 May
LIT BITS V3 #142
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Excerpted-from: LITERARY CALENDAR V3 #142
From: ptervin@pent.yasuda-u.ac.jp
Today is Monday, 22 May 2000; on this day,
297 years ago (1703),
Daniel Defoe is fined, imprisoned in Newgate, and later pilloried
for writing an ill-timed satire, _The Shortest Way with Dissenters_.
141 years ago (1859),
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is born in Edinburgh.
75 years ago (1925),
Gertrude Stein writes to F. Scott Fitzgerald about his new novel,
_The Great Gatsby_: "This is as good a book [as _This Side of
Paradise_] and different and older, and that is what one does, one
does not get better but different and older and that is always a
pleasure."
31 years ago (1969),
One of the foremost interpreters to the world of the black
experience in the United States, Langston Hughes ("I, Too, Sing
America") dies in New York. On poets, Hughes writes, "Hang yourself,
poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead."
Today's poem:
Not What Was
By then the poetry is written
and the wild rose of the world
blooms to last so short a time
before its petals fall.
The air is music
and its melody is spiral
until it widens
beyond the tip of time
and so is lost
to poetry and the rose--
belongs instead to vastness beyond form,
to universe that nothing can contain,
to unexplored space
which sends no answers back
to fill the vase unfilled
or spread in lines
upon another page--
that anyhow was never written
because the thought could not escape
the place in which it bloomed
before the rose had gone.
Langston Hughes
© 2000 Peter Langston