@kimdorman.bsky.social
American poet residing in India / Corbel Stone Press
Nightfall. The air
is warm and still.
A child is singing at the temple.
is warm and still.
A child is singing at the temple.
January 19, 2026 at 1:28 PM
Nightfall. The air
is warm and still.
A child is singing at the temple.
is warm and still.
A child is singing at the temple.
Peter Matthiessen’s Far Tortuga
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 PM
Peter Matthiessen’s Far Tortuga
Reposted
“I do not know how to rid the world of evil, or whether one is simply supposed to endure it. But you are there and are having an effect, and the poems have an effect of their own and help to protect you—that is the answer and a counterbalance in this world.”
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
January 18, 2026 at 4:50 PM
“I do not know how to rid the world of evil, or whether one is simply supposed to endure it. But you are there and are having an effect, and the poems have an effect of their own and help to protect you—that is the answer and a counterbalance in this world.”
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
Gustaf Sobin,
from “Shadow Rattles (I)”
from “Shadow Rattles (I)”
January 19, 2026 at 10:22 AM
Gustaf Sobin,
from “Shadow Rattles (I)”
from “Shadow Rattles (I)”
The source is rock and the tongue is cut.
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
January 19, 2026 at 8:37 AM
The source is rock and the tongue is cut.
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
morning’s coolness—
a pond heron
hunched against
the pale
bright sky . . .
a pond heron
hunched against
the pale
bright sky . . .
January 19, 2026 at 8:34 AM
morning’s coolness—
a pond heron
hunched against
the pale
bright sky . . .
a pond heron
hunched against
the pale
bright sky . . .
the opening of Peter Matthiessen’s Far Tortuga, one of my favorite novels
January 19, 2026 at 2:12 AM
the opening of Peter Matthiessen’s Far Tortuga, one of my favorite novels
The uncreated elements.
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
January 19, 2026 at 1:23 AM
The uncreated elements.
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
6.36 a.m. first light … low chanting from the temple … birdsong … wet grass … dripping leaves
January 19, 2026 at 1:12 AM
6.36 a.m. first light … low chanting from the temple … birdsong … wet grass … dripping leaves
Dorothea Lange / Boots, Hides, Watering Can, Southwestern Utah, 1953
January 18, 2026 at 2:51 PM
Dorothea Lange / Boots, Hides, Watering Can, Southwestern Utah, 1953
Reposted
Poem by Alec Finlay.
January 17, 2026 at 3:40 PM
Poem by Alec Finlay.
Reposted
Morning’s tiny snippet. Susan Howe, out of “Thorow” (1990): the political / ecological urgency heard now in that “Only step // as surveyor of the Wood / only Step.”
January 18, 2026 at 2:28 PM
Morning’s tiny snippet. Susan Howe, out of “Thorow” (1990): the political / ecological urgency heard now in that “Only step // as surveyor of the Wood / only Step.”
Dorothea Lange / Indonesian Dancer, 1958
January 18, 2026 at 1:24 PM
Dorothea Lange / Indonesian Dancer, 1958
The chanting ends.
Dark.
Silent.
The drums begin.
Dark.
Silent.
The drums begin.
January 18, 2026 at 1:13 PM
The chanting ends.
Dark.
Silent.
The drums begin.
Dark.
Silent.
The drums begin.
The ear
A bell . . . a fleshy twig.
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
A bell . . . a fleshy twig.
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
January 18, 2026 at 1:07 PM
The ear
A bell . . . a fleshy twig.
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
A bell . . . a fleshy twig.
-Empedocles
(tr. William Ellery Leonard)
You will be a part of the savor of the fruit.
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
January 18, 2026 at 9:21 AM
You will be a part of the savor of the fruit.
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
-René Char
(tr. Cid Corman)
The ship lies at anchor.
It is three in the morning.
Palms no longer creak in the wind.
-Evan S. Connell
It is three in the morning.
Palms no longer creak in the wind.
-Evan S. Connell
January 18, 2026 at 6:19 AM
The ship lies at anchor.
It is three in the morning.
Palms no longer creak in the wind.
-Evan S. Connell
It is three in the morning.
Palms no longer creak in the wind.
-Evan S. Connell
The cows bring in the last light
the dogs praise them
-W. S. Merwin
the dogs praise them
-W. S. Merwin
January 18, 2026 at 6:01 AM
The cows bring in the last light
the dogs praise them
-W. S. Merwin
the dogs praise them
-W. S. Merwin
January 18, 2026 at 5:58 AM
(notes)
Rain at night,
wings rustle
among the leaves
.
In the morning the
pink lotus
shines
like the mind
of a sage
.
“The world is deep and deeper
than daylight may reveal.
Die welt ist tief und tiefer
als der Tag gedacht.”
-Evan S. Connell
Rain at night,
wings rustle
among the leaves
.
In the morning the
pink lotus
shines
like the mind
of a sage
.
“The world is deep and deeper
than daylight may reveal.
Die welt ist tief und tiefer
als der Tag gedacht.”
-Evan S. Connell
January 18, 2026 at 5:56 AM
(notes)
Rain at night,
wings rustle
among the leaves
.
In the morning the
pink lotus
shines
like the mind
of a sage
.
“The world is deep and deeper
than daylight may reveal.
Die welt ist tief und tiefer
als der Tag gedacht.”
-Evan S. Connell
Rain at night,
wings rustle
among the leaves
.
In the morning the
pink lotus
shines
like the mind
of a sage
.
“The world is deep and deeper
than daylight may reveal.
Die welt ist tief und tiefer
als der Tag gedacht.”
-Evan S. Connell
January 18, 2026 at 2:43 AM
Linda Connor / Spiral Panel, Painted Desert, Arizona, 1986
January 18, 2026 at 2:41 AM
Linda Connor / Spiral Panel, Painted Desert, Arizona, 1986
Reposted
1777: Grey sun, sweet day. Bees, & flies moving: air full of insects: spiders shoot their webs: butterfly out.
January 16, 2026 at 7:00 AM
1777: Grey sun, sweet day. Bees, & flies moving: air full of insects: spiders shoot their webs: butterfly out.