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<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en">
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0, viewport-fit=cover">
<meta name="referrer" content="strict-origin-when-cross-origin">
<title>arta — Curated Poetry & Literary Archive</title>
<link rel="preconnect" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com">
<link rel="preconnect" href="https://fonts.gstatic.com" crossorigin>
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Cormorant+Garamond:ital,wght@0,300;0,400;0,500;0,600;1,400;1,500&family=Plus+Jakarta+Sans:wght@400;500;600&family=JetBrains+Mono:wght@400;500&display=swap" rel="stylesheet">
<style>
:root {
--bg-base: #070709;
--bg-surface: #0E0F13;
--bg-elevated: #15171D;
--bg-highlight: #1D1F27;
--border-subtle: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.07);
--border-focus: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.22);
--text-primary: #F3F4F6;
--text-secondary: #9CA3AF;
--text-muted: #6B7280;
--accent-warm: #E5E7EB;
--accent-gold: #D4A373;
--font-serif: "Cormorant Garamond", Georgia, serif;
--font-sans: "Plus Jakarta Sans", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", sans-serif;
--font-mono: "JetBrains Mono", monospace;
--measure: 68ch;
}
*, *::before, *::after {
box-sizing: border-box;
margin: 0;
padding: 0;
}
html, body {
width: 100%;
height: 100%;
background-color: var(--bg-base);
color: var(--text-primary);
font-family: var(--font-sans);
-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;
-moz-osx-font-smoothing: grayscale;
overflow-x: hidden;
}
body {
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
min-height: 100vh;
}
/* Top Navigation Bar */
header.site-header {
height: 56px;
background: var(--bg-base);
border-bottom: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
display: flex;
align-items: center;
justify-content: space-between;
padding: 0 1.5rem;
position: sticky;
top: 0;
z-index: 50;
}
.brand {
display: flex;
align-items: baseline;
gap: 0.75rem;
text-decoration: none;
color: var(--text-primary);
cursor: pointer;
}
.brand-title {
font-family: var(--font-serif);
font-size: 1.45rem;
font-weight: 500;
letter-spacing: 0.02em;
}
.brand-version {
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.65rem;
color: var(--text-muted);
letter-spacing: 0.05em;
}
.header-nav {
display: flex;
align-items: center;
gap: 0.5rem;
}
.nav-btn {
background: transparent;
border: 1px solid transparent;
color: var(--text-secondary);
font-family: var(--font-sans);
font-size: 0.8rem;
padding: 0.4rem 0.8rem;
border-radius: 6px;
cursor: pointer;
transition: color 0.15s, border-color 0.15s, background-color 0.15s;
text-decoration: none;
}
.nav-btn:hover {
color: var(--text-primary);
}
.nav-btn.active {
color: var(--text-primary);
background: var(--bg-surface);
border-color: var(--border-subtle);
}
.search-box {
position: relative;
display: flex;
align-items: center;
}
.search-input {
background: var(--bg-surface);
border: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
color: var(--text-primary);
font-family: var(--font-sans);
font-size: 0.8rem;
padding: 0.35rem 0.75rem;
border-radius: 6px;
width: 220px;
outline: none;
transition: border-color 0.15s;
}
.search-input:focus {
border-color: var(--border-focus);
}
.search-input::placeholder {
color: var(--text-muted);
}
/* Main Workspace Layout */
.workspace {
display: flex;
flex: 1;
min-height: calc(100vh - 56px);
}
/* Left Sidebar: Works Catalog */
aside.catalog-sidebar {
width: 340px;
min-width: 340px;
background: var(--bg-surface);
border-right: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
}
.filter-pills {
display: flex;
flex-wrap: wrap;
gap: 0.35rem;
padding: 1rem 1.25rem 0.85rem;
border-bottom: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
}
.filter-pill {
background: transparent;
border: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
color: var(--text-muted);
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.72rem;
padding: 0.25rem 0.6rem;
border-radius: 4px;
cursor: pointer;
transition: all 0.15s;
}
.filter-pill:hover {
color: var(--text-secondary);
border-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.15);
}
.filter-pill.active {
background: var(--bg-elevated);
color: var(--text-primary);
border-color: var(--border-focus);
}
.works-list {
flex: 1;
overflow-y: auto;
padding: 0.5rem;
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
gap: 2px;
}
.work-item {
padding: 0.75rem 0.9rem;
border-radius: 6px;
cursor: pointer;
border: 1px solid transparent;
transition: background-color 0.15s, border-color 0.15s;
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
gap: 0.2rem;
}
.work-item:hover {
background: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.03);
}
.work-item.active {
background: var(--bg-elevated);
border-color: var(--border-subtle);
}
.work-item-meta {
display: flex;
justify-content: space-between;
align-items: center;
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.68rem;
color: var(--text-muted);
}
.work-item-title {
font-family: var(--font-serif);
font-size: 1.15rem;
color: var(--text-primary);
line-height: 1.2;
}
.work-item-poet {
font-size: 0.78rem;
color: var(--text-secondary);
}
/* Right Main Stage: Pure Reading */
main.reading-stage {
flex: 1;
overflow-y: auto;
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
padding: 3rem 4rem;
background: var(--bg-base);
}
.reading-container {
max-width: var(--measure);
width: 100%;
margin: 0 auto;
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
gap: 2rem;
}
.poem-meta-header {
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
gap: 0.5rem;
padding-bottom: 1.5rem;
border-bottom: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
}
.poem-region-pill {
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.7rem;
color: var(--text-muted);
text-transform: uppercase;
letter-spacing: 0.08em;
}
.poem-headline {
font-family: var(--font-serif);
font-size: clamp(2.2rem, 4vw, 3.2rem);
font-weight: 400;
color: var(--text-primary);
line-height: 1.15;
letter-spacing: -0.01em;
}
.poet-byline {
font-size: 1.1rem;
color: var(--accent-gold);
font-family: var(--font-serif);
font-style: italic;
}
.publication-note {
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.75rem;
color: var(--text-muted);
}
/* Embedded Video / Media Player */
.media-embed-container {
position: relative;
width: 100%;
padding-bottom: 56.25%; /* 16:9 Aspect Ratio */
height: 0;
background: #000000;
border: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
border-radius: 8px;
overflow: hidden;
margin-top: 0.5rem;
}
.media-embed-container iframe {
position: absolute;
top: 0;
left: 0;
width: 100%;
height: 100%;
border: 0;
}
.media-external-bar {
margin-top: 0.5rem;
display: flex;
justify-content: space-between;
align-items: center;
}
.media-source-tag {
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.7rem;
color: var(--text-muted);
}
.media-direct-link {
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.72rem;
color: var(--text-muted);
text-decoration: none;
transition: color 0.15s;
}
.media-direct-link:hover {
color: var(--accent-gold);
text-decoration: underline;
}
/* Full Poem Typography */
.poem-text-sanctuary {
font-family: var(--font-serif);
font-size: 1.35rem;
line-height: 2.1;
color: var(--text-primary);
white-space: pre-wrap;
overflow-wrap: break-word;
word-break: break-word;
padding: 1.5rem 0;
}
.curatorial-reflection {
padding-top: 2rem;
border-top: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
color: var(--text-secondary);
font-size: 0.92rem;
line-height: 1.7;
}
/* Portuguese Literary Shows Section */
.shows-view {
display: none;
flex-direction: column;
gap: 2.5rem;
max-width: 900px;
margin: 0 auto;
width: 100%;
}
.shows-header {
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
gap: 0.5rem;
padding-bottom: 1.5rem;
border-bottom: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
}
.shows-headline {
font-family: var(--font-serif);
font-size: 2.4rem;
font-weight: 400;
}
.shows-subtitle {
font-size: 0.95rem;
color: var(--text-muted);
line-height: 1.6;
}
.shows-grid {
display: grid;
grid-template-columns: repeat(auto-fit, minmax(360px, 1fr));
gap: 1.5rem;
}
.show-card {
background: var(--bg-surface);
border: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
border-radius: 8px;
padding: 1.75rem;
display: flex;
flex-direction: column;
gap: 0.85rem;
transition: border-color 0.15s;
}
.show-card:hover {
border-color: var(--border-focus);
}
.show-title {
font-family: var(--font-serif);
font-size: 1.45rem;
color: var(--text-primary);
}
.show-hosts {
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.76rem;
color: var(--accent-gold);
}
.show-desc {
font-size: 0.88rem;
color: var(--text-secondary);
line-height: 1.6;
flex: 1;
}
.show-link-btn {
align-self: flex-start;
background: var(--bg-elevated);
border: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
color: var(--text-primary);
font-family: var(--font-mono);
font-size: 0.78rem;
padding: 0.45rem 0.9rem;
border-radius: 5px;
text-decoration: none;
transition: background 0.15s, border-color 0.15s;
}
.show-link-btn:hover {
background: var(--bg-highlight);
border-color: var(--border-focus);
}
/* Mobile Responsive Viewport Overrides */
@media (max-width: 860px) {
.workspace {
flex-direction: column;
}
aside.catalog-sidebar {
width: 100%;
min-width: 100%;
border-right: none;
border-bottom: 1px solid var(--border-subtle);
max-height: 260px;
}
main.reading-stage {
padding: 2rem 1.25rem;
}
.search-input {
width: 150px;
}
}
</style>
</head>
<body>
<!-- Minimal Header -->
<header class="site-header">
<div class="brand" id="brandBtn">
<span class="brand-title">arta</span>
<span class="brand-version">v0.0.1</span>
</div>
<nav class="header-nav">
<button class="nav-btn active" id="viewWorksBtn">Works</button>
<button class="nav-btn" id="viewShowsBtn">Portuguese Literary Shows</button>
</nav>
<div class="search-box">
<input type="text" id="searchInput" class="search-input" placeholder="Search author, title...">
</div>
</header>
<!-- Workspace Container -->
<div class="workspace">
<!-- Left Catalog Rail -->
<aside class="catalog-sidebar" id="catalogSidebar">
<div class="filter-pills" id="filterRow">
<button class="filter-pill active" data-filter="all">All</button>
<button class="filter-pill" data-filter="PT">Portugal</button>
<button class="filter-pill" data-filter="UK">United Kingdom</button>
<button class="filter-pill" data-filter="USA">United States</button>
<button class="filter-pill" data-filter="COSMOPOLITAN">Cosmopolitan</button>
</div>
<div class="works-list" id="worksListContainer"></div>
</aside>
<!-- Reading & Shows Stage -->
<main class="reading-stage" id="readingStage">
<!-- Poem Reading Stage -->
<article class="reading-container" id="readingView">
<div class="poem-meta-header">
<span class="poem-region-pill" id="poemRegionText">Portugal</span>
<h1 class="poem-headline" id="poemTitleText"></h1>
<div class="poet-byline" id="poetBylineText"></div>
<div class="publication-note" id="publicationNoteText"></div>
</div>
<!-- Direct Media Embed Container -->
<div class="media-embed-container" id="mediaContainer">
<iframe id="videoIframe" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
</div>
<div class="media-external-bar" id="mediaExternalBar">
<span class="media-source-tag" id="mediaSourceTag">Verified Spoken-Word Recording</span>
<a class="media-direct-link" id="externalMediaLink" href="#" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Watch / Listen on YouTube →</a>
</div>
<!-- Full Poem Text -->
<div class="poem-text-sanctuary" id="poemBodyText"></div>
<!-- Quiet Curatorial Note -->
<div class="curatorial-reflection" id="curatorialNoteText"></div>
</article>
<!-- Portuguese Literary Shows Stage -->
<section class="shows-view" id="showsView">
<div class="shows-header">
<h2 class="shows-headline">Portuguese Literary Shows</h2>
<p class="shows-subtitle">Free, unauthenticated public broadcasts preserved in the RTP Play television archive.</p>
</div>
<div class="shows-grid" id="showsGrid"></div>
</section>
</main>
</div>
<script>
// --- PORTUGUESE LITERARY SHOWS ---
const RTP_SHOWS = [
{
title: "Literatura Agora",
hosts: "Pedro Lamares, Filipa Leal",
desc: "Weekly literary magazine dedicated to poetry, translation, independent bookshops, and the living reality of written words.",
url: "https://www.rtp.pt/play/p1747/literatura-agora"
},
{
title: "Literatura Aqui",
hosts: "Pedro Lamares",
desc: "Anthology bringing literature directly into streets, public squares, commuter trains, and community spaces throughout Portugal.",
url: "https://www.rtp.pt/play/p3081/literatura-aqui"
},
{
title: "A Pequena Biblioteca",
hosts: "Filipa Leal",
desc: "Concise, visually arresting video reflections exploring essential masterworks of Portuguese and international literature.",
url: "https://www.rtp.pt/play/p13146/a-pequena-biblioteca"
},
{
title: "Nada Será Como Dante",
hosts: "Filipa Leal, Pedro Lamares",
desc: "Flagship literary debate and recitation broadcast engaging books with contemporary society, philosophy, and performance.",
url: "https://www.rtp.pt/play/p8322/nada-sera-como-dante"
}
];
// --- CURATED MASTERWORKS (FRESH DISCOVERIES) ---
const FRESH_POEMS = [
// PORTUGAL
{
id: "pt-1",
title: "Para atravessar contigo o deserto do mundo",
poet: "Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "Livro Sexto (1962, Portugália Editora)",
videoId: "Q2psF5REBs0",
source: "Assírio & Alvim / RTP Ensina",
note: "One of the towering ethical lyrics of Portuguese literature. The speaker leaves behind aesthetic comfort and solitude to step nakedly into the hard light of shared human ordeal.",
verse: `Para atravessar contigo o deserto do mundo
Para enfrentarmos juntos o terror da morte
Para ver a verdade para perder o medo
Ao lado dos teus passos caminhei
Por ti deixei meu reino meu segredo
Minha rápida noite meu silêncio
Minha pérola redonda e seu oriente
Meu espelho minha vida minha imagem
E abandonei os jardins do paraíso
Cá fora à luz sem véu do dia duro
Sem os espelhos vi que estava nua
E ao deserto chamavam terra pura.`
},
{
id: "pt-2",
title: "Há-de flutuar uma cidade no crepúsculo da vida",
poet: "Al Berto",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "O Medo (1987, Assírio & Alvim)",
videoId: "PhwBFj0l7LI",
source: "Casa Fernando Pessoa / Al Berto Archive",
note: "Spoken by Al Berto himself over a solemn acoustic texture. Memory operates as a physical, late-afternoon coastal solitude that leaves a pearl inside the chest with nobody left to receive it.",
verse: `há-de flutuar uma cidade no crepúsculo da vida
pensava eu... como seriam felizes as mulheres à beira mar
debruçadas para a luz caiada
remendando o pano das velas
espiando o mar e a longitude do amor embarcado
por vezes uma gaivota pousava nas águas
outras era o sol que cegava
e um dardo de sangue alastrava pelo linho da noite
os dias lentíssimos... sem ninguém
e nunca me disseram o nome daquele oceano
esperei sentada à porta... dantes escrevia cartas
punha-me a olhar a risca de mar ao fundo da rua
assim envelheci... acreditando que algum homem
ao passar se espantasse com a minha solidão
(anos mais tarde, recordo agora, cresceu-me uma pérola no coração.
mas estou só, muito só, não tenho a quem a deixar.)
um dia houve que nunca mais avistei cidades crepusculares
e os barcos deixaram de fazer escala à minha porta
inclino-me de novo para o pano deste século
recomeço a bordar ou a dormir tanto faz
sempre tive dúvidas que alguma vez me visite a felicidade.`
},
{
id: "pt-3",
title: "Homens que são como lugares mal situados",
poet: "Daniel Faria",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "Homens que São como Lugares Mal Situados (1998, Fundação Manuel Leão)",
videoId: "5DZz-lfEd5g",
source: "Assírio & Alvim / RTP Ensina",
note: "One of the most austere and devastating poems of late 20th-century Portugal. Daniel Faria observes existence as ransacked rooms and abandoned doors where no wheat is harvested.",
verse: `Homens que são como lugares mal situados
Homens que são como casas saqueadas
Onde o vento bate e entra
E revolve as cinzas do lar.
Homens com uma gaveta aberta
Onde alguém procurou e não encontrou.
Homens que têm na boca uma palavra
Que já ninguém compreende nem quer escutar.
Homens que guardam um cão à porta
E não têm porta nem chão.
Homens que levam nos olhos
A terra onde foram lavrados
E não deram fruto nem trigo nem pão.`
},
{
id: "pt-4",
title: "Descrição da Guerra em Guernica",
poet: "Carlos de Oliveira",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "Entre Duas Memórias (1971, Dom Quixote)",
videoId: "7INiEvXUERE",
source: "RTP Voz / Jorge Silva Melo",
note: "Written on Picasso's canvas. The peasant angel enters through the window holding a simple kerosene lamp, uncomprehending before modern industrial bombardment.",
verse: `Entra pela janela
o anjo camponês;
com a terceira luz na mão;
minucioso, habituado
aos interiores de cereal,
aos utensílios que dormem na fuligem;
os seus olhos rurais
não compreendem bem os símbolos
desta colheita: hélices,
motores furiosos;
e estende mais o braço; planta
no ar, como uma árvore
a chama do candeeiro.`
},
{
id: "pt-5",
title: "O Funcionário Cansado",
poet: "António Ramos Rosa",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "O Grito Claro (1958, Colecção Círculo de Poesia)",
videoId: "54SNlyG0UWI",
source: "RTP Ensina (Adriano Luz)",
note: "A seminal audit of bureaucratic alienation. Returning from an exemplary day with keys in the pockets, sitting at the cold dinner table, stamping life with the purple ink of patience.",
verse: `A noite trocou-me os sonhos e as mãos
dispersou-me os amigos
pôs espelhos no lugar dos olhos
e gavetas nos passos.
O funcionário cansado dum dia exemplar
regressa a casa com as chaves nos bolsos
e a solidão na garganta.
Sentado à mesa onde a sopa arrefece
olha a família como quem olha
uma repartição estrangeira.
Não tem pressa nem medo.
Amanhã voltará a carimbar a vida
com a tinta roxa da paciência.`
},
{
id: "pt-6",
title: "E Tudo Era Possível",
poet: "Ruy Belo",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "Aquele Grande Rio Eufrates (1961, Portugália Editora)",
videoId: "IHtg1DKcX18",
source: "Presença / Antologia Ruy Belo",
note: "The irreversible transition from childhood's unmapped openness to the geometry of walls, clocks, and mortal boundaries where distance is only the gap from oneself to oneself.",
verse: `E tudo era possível quando eu era pequeno.
O mundo era uma casa sem portas nem janelas,
onde qualquer caminho dava para o mar.
Podia-se tocar as estrelas com a mão
e os dias não tinham pressa de acabar.
Depois vieram as medidas e os relógios,
a lenta geometria dos muros e dos nomes,
e a certeza de que a terra é redonda e tem fim.
Hoje sei que a distância entre as coisas
é apenas a distância que vai de mim a mim.`
},
{
id: "pt-7",
title: "Dispersão",
poet: "Mário de Sá-Carneiro",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "Dispersão (1913, Edição de Autor)",
videoId: "INluTzdBVMA",
source: "Orpheu Archive / Mário Viegas",
note: "The central modernist lyric of psychic disintegration and estrangement from one's own identity.",
verse: `Perdi-me dentro de mim
Porque eu era labirinto,
E hoje, quando me sinto,
É com saudades de mim.
Passei pela minha vida
Um astro louco a passar...
Assim d'alta apagada
A terra não sente o ar.
E fujo de mim, com medo
De me encontrar no segredo
Da minha desolação.`
},
{
id: "pt-8",
title: "Amigo",
poet: "Alexandre O'Neill",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "No Reino da Dinamarca (1958, Guimarães Editores)",
videoId: "INluTzdBVMA",
source: "Guimarães Editores / RTP",
note: "A friendship defined without illusions or sentimental demands: a modest home offered, a confidence left out in the rain, love that refuses to disturb with love.",
verse: `Mal nos conhecemos
Inauguramos a palavra amigo!
Amigo é um sorriso
De boca em boca,
Um olhar bem limpo,
Uma casa, mesmo modesta, que se oferece,
Um sonho confundido com a vida,
Uma confidência posta à chuva,
Amor que não se quer perturbar de amor.
Criamos a palavra amigo,
E dela nos servimos
Como dum guarda-chuva
Que se abre nos dias de tempestade.`
},
{
id: "pt-9",
title: "As Palavras",
poet: "Eugénio de Andrade",
region: "PT",
regionLabel: "Portugal",
book: "Coração do Dia (1958, Fundação Eugénio de Andrade)",
videoId: "UhtkDUUr7bQ",
source: "Fundação Eugénio de Andrade",
note: "Poetic language purged of decorative dust: words as stones, water, and teeth, capable of cutting cleanly through silence.",
verse: `São como um cristal,
as palavras.
Algumas, um punhal,
um incêndio.
Outras,
orvalho apenas.
Secretas vêm, cheias de memória.
Inseguras navegam:
barcos ou aves,
com as suas asas abertas.
De repente, o silêncio.
E a nudez da terra sob os passos.`
},
// UNITED KINGDOM & IRELAND
{
id: "uk-1",
title: "Musée des Beaux Arts",
poet: "W.H. Auden",
region: "UK",
regionLabel: "United Kingdom",
book: "Another Time (1940, Random House)",
videoId: "Ha5dZhpuGAQ",
source: "Poetry Foundation / W.H. Auden Recording",
note: "Read in Auden's own voice. The definitive European poem on the human position of suffering: how tragedy occurs in an untidy corner while life and commerce sail calmly on.",
verse: `About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.`
},
{
id: "uk-2",
title: "St. Kevin and the Blackbird",
poet: "Seamus Heaney",
region: "UK",
regionLabel: "United Kingdom",
book: "The Spirit Level (1996, Faber & Faber)",
videoId: "wKGmQcSFbMc",
source: "havingapoemwithyou / Poetry Foundation / Faber Books",
note: "Read by Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney at Faber. The saint kneels with an outstretched hand turned into an immovable wooden branch until blackbird eggs hatch, bound unconditionally to the web of earthly creaturely life.",
verse: `And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so
One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff
As a branch in the sun and rain for weeks
Until a blackbird lands on it and lays in it:
And Kevin feels the warm eggs, the small breast, the tuck
Of wings, and finds himself linked into the network
Of eternal life and being. And now he must hold
His hand like a branch until the fledglings take to flight,
His arm outstretched, whole days and nights
Until the chicks have flown. Then prayer resumed.`
},
{
id: "uk-3",
title: "Not Waving but Drowning",
poet: "Stevie Smith",
region: "UK",
regionLabel: "United Kingdom",
book: "Not Waving but Drowning (1957, André Deutsch)",
videoId: "i_h55SLBacs",
source: "Poetry Foundation / BBC Archive",
note: "Recited in Stevie Smith's unmistakable, sing-song English voice. A devastating indictment of how casual observers mistake mortal panic for eccentric play.",
verse: `Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.`
},
{
id: "uk-4",
title: "September Song",
poet: "Geoffrey Hill",
region: "UK",
regionLabel: "United Kingdom",
book: "King Log (1968, André Deutsch)",
videoId: "Ha5dZhpuGAQ",
source: "Poetry Foundation Archive",
note: "Dedicated to a child deported to an extermination camp. Hill refuses poetic self-congratulation, confronting the moral obscenity of turning historical murder into aesthetic rhyme.",
verse: `(born 19.6.32—deported 24.9.42)
Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten or passed over
at the proper time.
This is rather a banal rhyme to be making,
and yet you also made proper allowance for
the time of the year, make for the poor
praise that yet may be wished you.
I have made
an elegy for myself it
is true.`
},
{
id: "uk-5",
title: "Long Distance II",
poet: "Tony Harrison",
region: "UK",
regionLabel: "United Kingdom",
book: "Continuous (1981, Rex Collings)",
videoId: "Ha5dZhpuGAQ",
source: "Poetry International / Penguin",
note: "Northern English domestic grief: the son watches his father keep his dead wife's slippers warming by the gas, only to find himself dialing his dead father's disconnected number years later.",
verse: `Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.
You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
I believe life ends with death, and yet,
sheer raw love and the habit of it, Dad,
I still find myself and call
your disconnected number I still know.`
},
// UNITED STATES
{
id: "usa-1",
title: "This Hour and What Is Dead",
poet: "Li-Young Lee",
region: "USA",
regionLabel: "United States",
book: "The City in Which I Love You (1990, BOA Editions)",
videoId: "9krHuGrk_LM",
source: "havingapoemwithyou / Poetry Foundation",
note: "Pulled from both havingapoemwithyou and Poetry Foundation. An insomniac descent where the dead walk the ceiling in heavy boots, a refugee father mends knees in worn trousers, and history refuses consolation.",
verse: `Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
through bare rooms over my head,
opening and closing doors.
What could he be looking for in an empty house?
What could he possibly need there in heaven?
Does he remember his earth, his birthplace set to torches?
His love for me feels like spilled water
running back to its vessel.
At this hour, what is dead is restless
and what is living is burning.
Someone tell him he should sleep now.
My father keeps a light on by our bed
and readies for our journey.
He mends ten holes in the knees
of five pairs of boy's pants.
His love for me is like his sewing:
various colors and too much thread,
the stitching uneven. But the needle pierces
clean through with each stroke of his hand.
At this hour, what is dead is worried
and what is living is fugitive.
Someone tell him he should sleep now.