Jake de Peuter
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a prince and the son of a nobleman
one for six french swords
and one for six barbary horses
wielded foils in their gauntlets
for the copper blonde
daughter of the house of fugger wield
a goose feather
nightly dip the quill in the inkwell....
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one for six french swords
and one for six barbary horses
wielded foils in their gauntlets
for the copper blonde
daughter of the house of fugger wield
a goose feather
nightly dip the quill in the inkwell....
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/12/01/a...
December 1, 2025 at 12:48 PM
a prince and the son of a nobleman
one for six french swords
and one for six barbary horses
wielded foils in their gauntlets
for the copper blonde
daughter of the house of fugger wield
a goose feather
nightly dip the quill in the inkwell....
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/12/01/a...
one for six french swords
and one for six barbary horses
wielded foils in their gauntlets
for the copper blonde
daughter of the house of fugger wield
a goose feather
nightly dip the quill in the inkwell....
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fold three folds in a sheet of
parchment on the table in your chamber...
...in the evening
before your day’s last thought comes
and goes to sleep with you fold
the page like a servant girl would
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parchment on the table in your chamber...
...in the evening
before your day’s last thought comes
and goes to sleep with you fold
the page like a servant girl would
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November 24, 2025 at 11:59 AM
fold three folds in a sheet of
parchment on the table in your chamber...
...in the evening
before your day’s last thought comes
and goes to sleep with you fold
the page like a servant girl would
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parchment on the table in your chamber...
...in the evening
before your day’s last thought comes
and goes to sleep with you fold
the page like a servant girl would
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...if you can watch her hair fall
cascade down the length of her
like a pale honey plated sunset...
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cascade down the length of her
like a pale honey plated sunset...
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November 17, 2025 at 12:50 PM
...if you can watch her hair fall
cascade down the length of her
like a pale honey plated sunset...
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cascade down the length of her
like a pale honey plated sunset...
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...ask that he put the basket in the hand
of nora the wife
in the hand of the goddess inanna
who dances belly bared
and bared her cloven breast
her shoulders
her arms
the skirt of silk
from her hips shivers
like shook foil
her hand is the altar
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of nora the wife
in the hand of the goddess inanna
who dances belly bared
and bared her cloven breast
her shoulders
her arms
the skirt of silk
from her hips shivers
like shook foil
her hand is the altar
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your offering of wine poured
your offering of wine pouredout the window into mudreturn by the lane through the wheatfieldwith hands takensand skinned from the plow pull strawswith fingers takencallous skinned from the sicklewe…
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November 10, 2025 at 1:42 PM
...ask that he put the basket in the hand
of nora the wife
in the hand of the goddess inanna
who dances belly bared
and bared her cloven breast
her shoulders
her arms
the skirt of silk
from her hips shivers
like shook foil
her hand is the altar
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/11/10/y...
of nora the wife
in the hand of the goddess inanna
who dances belly bared
and bared her cloven breast
her shoulders
her arms
the skirt of silk
from her hips shivers
like shook foil
her hand is the altar
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/11/10/y...
build a house to nora
call it a temple she’ll become
inanna
ishtar
aphrodite
magdelene
put her hand in the hand of the shepherd
in the hand of the groom
in the hand of the priest to the temple
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call it a temple she’ll become
inanna
ishtar
aphrodite
magdelene
put her hand in the hand of the shepherd
in the hand of the groom
in the hand of the priest to the temple
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/11/03/b...
November 3, 2025 at 12:16 PM
build a house to nora
call it a temple she’ll become
inanna
ishtar
aphrodite
magdelene
put her hand in the hand of the shepherd
in the hand of the groom
in the hand of the priest to the temple
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/11/03/b...
call it a temple she’ll become
inanna
ishtar
aphrodite
magdelene
put her hand in the hand of the shepherd
in the hand of the groom
in the hand of the priest to the temple
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/11/03/b...
be emkindu
be cain
be the farmer whose offering is declined
offer tammuz
offer able
offer the shepherd of antwerp
his meadow is the altar
his lambs are the sacrifice
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be cain
be the farmer whose offering is declined
offer tammuz
offer able
offer the shepherd of antwerp
his meadow is the altar
his lambs are the sacrifice
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/10/27/b...
October 27, 2025 at 12:13 PM
be emkindu
be cain
be the farmer whose offering is declined
offer tammuz
offer able
offer the shepherd of antwerp
his meadow is the altar
his lambs are the sacrifice
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/10/27/b...
be cain
be the farmer whose offering is declined
offer tammuz
offer able
offer the shepherd of antwerp
his meadow is the altar
his lambs are the sacrifice
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/10/27/b...
October 20, 2025 at 1:21 PM
on the warm days of summers past
and on the warm days in the hope
for many summers to come
my crutch is left
in my chamber and i stroll
almost old to market
square to buy a pound of wheat
now on this cold and winter day i age
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/10/13/o...
and on the warm days in the hope
for many summers to come
my crutch is left
in my chamber and i stroll
almost old to market
square to buy a pound of wheat
now on this cold and winter day i age
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October 13, 2025 at 2:07 PM
on the warm days of summers past
and on the warm days in the hope
for many summers to come
my crutch is left
in my chamber and i stroll
almost old to market
square to buy a pound of wheat
now on this cold and winter day i age
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/10/13/o...
and on the warm days in the hope
for many summers to come
my crutch is left
in my chamber and i stroll
almost old to market
square to buy a pound of wheat
now on this cold and winter day i age
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/10/13/o...
October 6, 2025 at 1:44 PM
the eyelid of blind heaven
pulled back from the eye’s
winter squint at dawn
from the horizon to the east
to the west the sky is
eye white to the north
to the south
look up for the german blue iris
far as your eye sees
there’s bone white cloud
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pulled back from the eye’s
winter squint at dawn
from the horizon to the east
to the west the sky is
eye white to the north
to the south
look up for the german blue iris
far as your eye sees
there’s bone white cloud
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September 29, 2025 at 1:15 PM
the eyelid of blind heaven
pulled back from the eye’s
winter squint at dawn
from the horizon to the east
to the west the sky is
eye white to the north
to the south
look up for the german blue iris
far as your eye sees
there’s bone white cloud
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/29/t...
pulled back from the eye’s
winter squint at dawn
from the horizon to the east
to the west the sky is
eye white to the north
to the south
look up for the german blue iris
far as your eye sees
there’s bone white cloud
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/29/t...
prove the man in the moon’s
thumb and his finger that points
at the sleeper’s eye pinch
the cabbage leaf edge of the eyelid ...
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thumb and his finger that points
at the sleeper’s eye pinch
the cabbage leaf edge of the eyelid ...
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September 22, 2025 at 2:54 PM
prove the man in the moon’s
thumb and his finger that points
at the sleeper’s eye pinch
the cabbage leaf edge of the eyelid ...
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thumb and his finger that points
at the sleeper’s eye pinch
the cabbage leaf edge of the eyelid ...
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blame the man in the moon
with your finger flip
pages and turn the days of the calendar while
he prepares to bury his face in
the dessau you don’t see
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with your finger flip
pages and turn the days of the calendar while
he prepares to bury his face in
the dessau you don’t see
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September 15, 2025 at 12:27 PM
blame the man in the moon
with your finger flip
pages and turn the days of the calendar while
he prepares to bury his face in
the dessau you don’t see
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/15/b...
with your finger flip
pages and turn the days of the calendar while
he prepares to bury his face in
the dessau you don’t see
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/15/b...
the closed eye of the blinded
cyclops drowsy as a lotus eater opens
a narrow slit across the eastern forehead
a crack of fire across the night black bone
wake up
here inside the monster’s skull it dawns
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/08/t...
cyclops drowsy as a lotus eater opens
a narrow slit across the eastern forehead
a crack of fire across the night black bone
wake up
here inside the monster’s skull it dawns
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the closed eye of the blinded
the closed eye of the blindedcyclops drowsy as a lotus eater opensa narrow slit across the eastern foreheada crack of fire across the night black bonewake uphere inside the monster’s skull it dawns…
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September 8, 2025 at 2:30 PM
the closed eye of the blinded
cyclops drowsy as a lotus eater opens
a narrow slit across the eastern forehead
a crack of fire across the night black bone
wake up
here inside the monster’s skull it dawns
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/08/t...
cyclops drowsy as a lotus eater opens
a narrow slit across the eastern forehead
a crack of fire across the night black bone
wake up
here inside the monster’s skull it dawns
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/08/t...
i open my eyes and i’m blind
out from under my blanket
in my nightgown i sit
the cold trembles me
i light my candle and i see
i stand and my bed is emptied
somewhere the early summer day sleeps in
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out from under my blanket
in my nightgown i sit
the cold trembles me
i light my candle and i see
i stand and my bed is emptied
somewhere the early summer day sleeps in
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/01/l...
late winter
late winterthe night that lives these months with meat dusk it beganto return through gaps between timbersthrough cracks in the mudded wallsi began to shiver like an aging manfaded to blindearly su…
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September 2, 2025 at 1:27 AM
i open my eyes and i’m blind
out from under my blanket
in my nightgown i sit
the cold trembles me
i light my candle and i see
i stand and my bed is emptied
somewhere the early summer day sleeps in
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/01/l...
out from under my blanket
in my nightgown i sit
the cold trembles me
i light my candle and i see
i stand and my bed is emptied
somewhere the early summer day sleeps in
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/09/01/l...
the candelabra
that’s always on the table where
by goose feather
by the changes from the
daylight to the lighting of the candles you write
the changes from the greek to the german
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that’s always on the table where
by goose feather
by the changes from the
daylight to the lighting of the candles you write
the changes from the greek to the german
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/25/t...
the candelabra
the candelabrathat’s always on the table whereby goose featherby the changes from the daylight to the lighting of the candles you writethe changes from the greek to the germanwrite by candlelightfo…
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August 25, 2025 at 2:34 PM
the candelabra
that’s always on the table where
by goose feather
by the changes from the
daylight to the lighting of the candles you write
the changes from the greek to the german
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/25/t...
that’s always on the table where
by goose feather
by the changes from the
daylight to the lighting of the candles you write
the changes from the greek to the german
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/25/t...
say you know the hand that carried the serf
and the dirt of the duke’s land he’d never leave
know the hand in which he stirred the straws of his bed
sat up in his nightgown shivered
found his tinderbox started fire
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/11/s...
and the dirt of the duke’s land he’d never leave
know the hand in which he stirred the straws of his bed
sat up in his nightgown shivered
found his tinderbox started fire
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say you carried the candlelight
say you carried your candlelightat mid day meal tomorrowtell yunger yours was the window into the dark the cave dark inside of the predawn lined with velvet black velvetsay you know the hand that c…
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August 11, 2025 at 12:31 PM
say you know the hand that carried the serf
and the dirt of the duke’s land he’d never leave
know the hand in which he stirred the straws of his bed
sat up in his nightgown shivered
found his tinderbox started fire
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/11/s...
and the dirt of the duke’s land he’d never leave
know the hand in which he stirred the straws of his bed
sat up in his nightgown shivered
found his tinderbox started fire
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/11/s...
when the story in the book
before the first verse in genesis
is staged in your room and you are blind
strike flint on steel
spurt sparks into your charcloth saturate
the rag with fireglow
the candle wick dipped
in embers the creation of candlelight
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/04/w...
before the first verse in genesis
is staged in your room and you are blind
strike flint on steel
spurt sparks into your charcloth saturate
the rag with fireglow
the candle wick dipped
in embers the creation of candlelight
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/04/w...
when the story in the book
when the story in the bookbefore the first verse in genesis is staged in your room and you are blindstrike flint on steelspurt sparks into your charcloth saturatethe rag with fireglowthe candle wic…
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August 4, 2025 at 11:31 AM
when the story in the book
before the first verse in genesis
is staged in your room and you are blind
strike flint on steel
spurt sparks into your charcloth saturate
the rag with fireglow
the candle wick dipped
in embers the creation of candlelight
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/04/w...
before the first verse in genesis
is staged in your room and you are blind
strike flint on steel
spurt sparks into your charcloth saturate
the rag with fireglow
the candle wick dipped
in embers the creation of candlelight
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/08/04/w...
Has anyone done anything to help make Chaucer easier to read and appreciate for a general contemporary audience? Yes, I'm asking about a translation of olde English....
August 3, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Has anyone done anything to help make Chaucer easier to read and appreciate for a general contemporary audience? Yes, I'm asking about a translation of olde English....
when you wake
blind as you do at every dusk of night
in the hours before sight dims
into your room through the window
in your dormitory in every cell
in every feather filled bag of bed your friends
classmates peers with their hands feel
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blind as you do at every dusk of night
in the hours before sight dims
into your room through the window
in your dormitory in every cell
in every feather filled bag of bed your friends
classmates peers with their hands feel
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when you wake
when you wakeblind as you do at every dusk of nightin the hours before sight dimsinto your room through the windowin your dormitory in every cellin every feather filled bag of bed your friendsclass…
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July 28, 2025 at 11:16 AM
when you wake
blind as you do at every dusk of night
in the hours before sight dims
into your room through the window
in your dormitory in every cell
in every feather filled bag of bed your friends
classmates peers with their hands feel
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/28/w...
blind as you do at every dusk of night
in the hours before sight dims
into your room through the window
in your dormitory in every cell
in every feather filled bag of bed your friends
classmates peers with their hands feel
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/28/w...
remain blind as a mole rat
though the voice of the nightjar
restores your hearing and the song
of the robin cures your senses remain blind
dusk yourself back into dream
dusk yourself deaf again and unconscious dusk
and when you can no longer dusk dawn
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/21/t...
though the voice of the nightjar
restores your hearing and the song
of the robin cures your senses remain blind
dusk yourself back into dream
dusk yourself deaf again and unconscious dusk
and when you can no longer dusk dawn
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tomorrow when the sun is still in its seed
tomorrow when the sun is still in its seedbefore the seed cracks and the first lightsprouts then spreads like a sudden vinetoward dusseldorf and cologne tomorrowremain blind as a mole ratthough the…
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July 21, 2025 at 1:30 PM
remain blind as a mole rat
though the voice of the nightjar
restores your hearing and the song
of the robin cures your senses remain blind
dusk yourself back into dream
dusk yourself deaf again and unconscious dusk
and when you can no longer dusk dawn
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/21/t...
though the voice of the nightjar
restores your hearing and the song
of the robin cures your senses remain blind
dusk yourself back into dream
dusk yourself deaf again and unconscious dusk
and when you can no longer dusk dawn
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/21/t...
Diplomacy at Work! Donald--- Canada is loved. youtu.be/Rgwm1HsZkzk?...
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July 14, 2025 at 5:11 PM
Diplomacy at Work! Donald--- Canada is loved. youtu.be/Rgwm1HsZkzk?...
the final dawn
somewhere in thuringia
a bud on a twig of beech
budded
from dusk when the day shortened
into winter or...
...when it’s unfurled
into a green daybreak be
there to read it
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/14/t...
somewhere in thuringia
a bud on a twig of beech
budded
from dusk when the day shortened
into winter or...
...when it’s unfurled
into a green daybreak be
there to read it
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/14/t...
the final dawn
the final dawnsomewhere in thuringiaa bud on a twig of beechbuddedfrom dusk when the day shortenedinto winter orovernightbudded and now the time of yeardawn thaws and the day lengthensthe beech lea…
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July 14, 2025 at 1:26 PM
the final dawn
somewhere in thuringia
a bud on a twig of beech
budded
from dusk when the day shortened
into winter or...
...when it’s unfurled
into a green daybreak be
there to read it
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/14/t...
somewhere in thuringia
a bud on a twig of beech
budded
from dusk when the day shortened
into winter or...
...when it’s unfurled
into a green daybreak be
there to read it
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/14/t...
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when the oat crop’s ripened to be sickled
baked into the hearth bread for those who never read latin
your classmates go out of your scholarly life by every door
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baked into the hearth bread for those who never read latin
your classmates go out of your scholarly life by every door
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when they cease to be your friends
when they cease to be your friendsit begins when they wake your daily companions the changebegins one morning the firstmorning after the annual season returns they waketheir lives dressed in silks …
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July 7, 2025 at 1:26 PM
when the oat crop’s ripened to be sickled
baked into the hearth bread for those who never read latin
your classmates go out of your scholarly life by every door
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/07/w...
baked into the hearth bread for those who never read latin
your classmates go out of your scholarly life by every door
jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2025/07/07/w...