DPF / Shvarts

For Bird Week. Maybe not the raven you were expecting. This one’s from Contemporary Russian Poetry, edited by Gerald S. Smith, 1993.

from The Raven / by Elena Shvarts, trans. by Gerald S. Smith

An old Raven asked for my heart
To take away to its baby ravens

DPF / Thoreau

Birds this week. Needing a bluebird of happiness today. Best known for Walden, he was a poet first.  http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/601

from The Bluebirds / by Henry David Thoreau

In the midst of the poplar that stands by the door,
We planted a bluebird box

DPF / Collins

For this week’s back-to-work theme, an easy one: birds. This one’s from Bright Wings, the anthology edited by Billy Collins with paintings by David Allen Sibley. Less than eight months to Christmas. ūüôā

from Christmas Sparrow / by Billy Collins

breathing there
among the metallic angels, ceramic apples, stars of yarn

DPF / Bang

Another American poet, another woman writing in the 1980’s. I have been to Spain, but my only earthquakes were in Los Angeles and one felt as far south as¬†North County San Diego.¬†http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/548

from The Earthquake She Slept Through / by Mary Jo Bang

She slept through the earthquake in Spain.
The day after was full of dead things.

DPF / Salter

And, another American poet, a woman, and a woman¬†writing in the 1980’s. Harvard, Cambridge, The Norton Anthology of Poetry, Atlantic Monthly,¬†New Republic, Japan and a smile as enigmatic as Ms. Sarandon’s. As well, this one’s thematically linked to the previous one.

from Home Movies: A Sort of Ode / by Mary Jo Salter

What happened between him and her
is another story. And just as well
we have no movie of it

DPF / Olds

Another American poet, another woman writing in the 1980’s. This one’s from¬†*my* book,¬†The Gold Cell, from 1987.¬†She and I¬†couldn’t be more different as writers; however, if you look into¬†anything¬†deeply enough, your mind will¬†offer up connections.

from I Go Back to May 1937 / by Sharon Olds

I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it — she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man