Biography of Jon Corelis
Jon Corelis was born in California and grew up in and around Chicago, where he earned a degree in Classical Languages and Literatures at the College of the University of Chicago. He later took a doctorate in Classics at Stanford, and taught Classics and Humanities at Stanford, the University of California, and the University of Minnesota. After a subsequent career as a software specialist in Silicon Valley, he moved to Northeastern Wisconsin.
His poetry, criticism, and reviews have been published in Poetry Greece (Corfu) , Tundra (Foster City, California) , Chapman (Edinburgh) , The Dark Horse (Ayrshire, Scotland and Hastings on Hudson, New York) , Acumen (Brixham, England) , The Poet's Voice (Bath) , The International Journal of Erotica (Wilmslow, UK) , Clark Street Review (San Luis Obispo, California) , Equinox (Herne Bay, England) , Grey Matter (Newcastle-upon-Tyne) , and The Phoenix (Chicago) , and in the online literary magazines Isibongo (University of Capetown) , Lynx (Bath) , The Poetry Kit (New Malden, England) , and Fieralingue (Bolzano, Italy) , as well as appearing in the book length collections A Glass of New Made Wine (Salzburg, Poetry Salzburg,1999) : Poetry Now: Contemporary British and Irish Poetry in the Making (Tuebingen, Stauffenburg Verlag,1999) , and Summoning the sea: an anthology of contemporary poetry and prose (Salzburg, University of Salzburg,1996) . He has given poetry readings and lectures by invitation at conferences in Salzburg, Austria; Cromford, England; Ames, Iowa; and Appleton, Wisconsin, and is a member of The Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets. His Roman Erotic Elegy, a book length anthology of verse translations from the Latin, was published in 1995 by The University of Salzburg Press and is now available in an online edition at:
In addition to his literary work, he has published pieces on San Francisco history in The San Francisco Examiner, travel in Great Expeditions, and social psychology in The Journal of Psychohistory.
More of his poems, both original and translations, as well as musical settings he has composed for his own and others' poems, can be found on the Writings section of his web site:
and in the Poets Corner section of the Italian cultural web site Fieralingue at
He has also written a performance version of Euripides' Hippolytos, the text of which which is available on line via a link from his poetry web site, above.
Also available online at his poetry web site are his essays From Scotland to Suburbia: A Landscape of Current British Poetry, A Note on Surrealism and Modern Greek Poetry, The One Great Poem: The Poetries of The Oxford Books of English Verse, his review of the Library of America's anthology American Poetry: the Twentieth Century, and his essay Kent State Reconsidered as Nightmare.
Jon Corelis's Works:
Roman Erotic Elegy, a book length anthology of translations from the Latin by Jon Corelis (1995, The University of Salzburg Press.)
A Glass of New Made Wine (Salzburg, Poetry Salzburg,1999) (contributor)
Poetry Now: Contemporary British and Irish Poetry in the Making (Tuebingen, Stauffenburg Verlag,1999) (contributor)
Summoning the sea: an anthology of contemporary poetry and prose (Salzburg, University of Salzburg,1996) (contributor)
Jon Corelis Poems
1 Love has come at last, and such a love as I should be more shamed to hide than to reveal.
After a painting by William Buxton
Gender Studies “Man: an objective subject. Woman: a subjective object.
Sometimes it comes on red: the animal is angry and astonished, tasting blood, or orange, like a sunset you can taste,
You've got to start out from wherever you are, to arrive at the end of the road which has led you to where you are now. Those island dreams, of the barebreasted virgins who sang with skulls at their feet, and the dangerous craft of the witch,
Today her silks scatter crackling arabesques in the shimmering air today she'll dazzle the casual eye with her sweet metallic gleam today she waddles, awkward as a cow today she packs a punch like a fresh shot arrow
Archilochus: The Shield (From The Gree...
I jettisoned my gear when I ran from the recent strife, so I'm out the price of a shield: not much to pay for your life.
Now we must part, my sweet Ilona: I must leave for Barcelona,
The Marquis De Sade
The Marquis de Sade was decidedly odd. He provides some diversion if you share his perversion.
Three score and ten – and then?
excuse me I'm looking for I can't quite recall the name but he lives at
The Man And The Woman
A man and a woman walk through a ruined house the man breaks the last fractured sherds of glass from a window
It was dawn when they came to kill us. The bleak sun of winter was only a whitening of the mist over the far hills from where they came. The earliest screams brought others from their houses,
California spring at the end of the twentieth century: the sun is chill and warm like Chardonnay; from the news box windows in front of the Whole Foods Market headlines recount why people are blown to bits.
The Light Of The Past
Though I've always known that the light of the past was something
recognized, it's only now I see
that the light of the past is the light of dreams: the light
in which things happen forever, where every laugh
retains the dew of a universe caught at dawn,
where the pride of the wounded heart renews its song
in an endless bloom of instants, and where the loves
we knew then inexhaustibly still live.