Last year, on May 22, Rare Books lost our dear friend, Marie Christensen Dern. On that day, like the rest of the world, we were sheltering in place. We were locked out of our office, and more disorientingly, out of the Rare Books Vault. We...
וַיְהִי עֶרֶב וַיְהִי בֹקֶר יוֹם הַשִּׁשִּׁי. וַיְכֻלּוּ הַשָּׁמַיִם וְהָאָרֶץ וְכָל־צְבָאָם. וַיְכַל אֱלֹהִים בַּיּוֹם הַשְּׁבִיעִי מְלַאכְתּוֹ אֲשֶׁר עָשָׂה וַיִּשְׁבֹּת בַּיּוֹם הַשְּׁבִיעִי מִכָּל מְלַאכְתּוֹ אֲשֶׁר עָשָׂה. וַיְבָרֵךְ אֱלֹהִים אֶת יוֹם הַשְּׁבִיעִי וַיְקַדֵּשׁ אוֹתוֹ כִּי בוֹ שָׁבַת מִכָּל־מְלַאכְתּוֹ אֲשֶׁר בָּרָא אֱלֹהִים לַעֲשׂוֹת. And there was evening and there was...
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You with the Darkness - Slingshot, you with the stone: It is over evening, I throw light behind myself. Fetch me down, take us Seriously. Four Poems Paul Celan (1920-1970) New York: Granary Books, 1999 PT2605 E4 S313 1999 Paul Celan was born Paul Antschel in Czernovitz, Romania to German-speaking Jewish parents. His surname was later...
And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of Answers—and my own imagination of a withered leaf—at dawn— Dreaming back thru life, Your time—and mine accelerating toward Apocalypse, the final moment—the flower burning in the...
At last the Father of the Gods sent Hermes to fetch Persephone back to earth, on condition that she had eaten nothing while in the kingdom of Pluto. Alas that very day she had tasted six seeds of a pomegranate...
Hail! all hail the day, The bright, glorious day, When the banner of Freedom unfurl'd: It was purchased with blood, And the tall standard stood As a beacon of light for the world. Song for the Fourth of July, 1862 Eliza Roxey Snow (1804-1887) Salt Lake City, Utah?, 1862? PS2885 S22 S6 1862 Eliza Roxey...
"But surely the book is now everything. It has become in our time what the cathedral with its frescoes and stained glass used to be, what the palaces and museums, where people went to look and learn, used to be. The book has become the...
“No single man makes history. History cannot be seen, just as one cannot see grass growing. Wars and revolutions, kings and Robespierres, are history's organic agents, its yeast. But revolutions are made by fanatical men of action with one-track mind, geniuses in their ability to...
“There is something moving between us, But we hurtle on in close conjunction for a while.” –from “Eclipse” by Leland Kinsey Eclipses from Trio Leland Kinsey The Janus Press: VT, 2014 N7433.4 A1 T75 2015 From the colophon: “These poems appeared previously in Northern Almanac published by Catamount Arts in St Johnsbury...