DPF / Tate

Twenty-three years today since our father had his gun salute and American-flag folding. He was not a pilot, but he was a B-52 navigator.

from The Lost Pilot / by James Tate

and you, passing over again,
fast, perfect, and unwilling
to tell me that you are doing

DPF / Milosz

from Ars Poetica? / by Czeslaw Milosz trans. by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee

What I’m saying here is not, I agree, poetry,
as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly,
under unbearable duress and only with the hope
that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.

DPF / Hughes

Fathers and sons (written on the back of one of his father’s letters) and rivers.

from The Negro Speaks of Rivers / by Langston Hughes

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.