Another no-rain poem in lieu of a rain dance, from Poetry Magazine, January 2012.
from Dear Drought / by Amy Beeder
Offer your usual posy of goatheads. Proffer
sharp garlands of thistle & Incas’ thin down
Month: August 2014
DPF / Brittain
One on one of the perils of war, from the Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/248388
from August, 1914 / by Very Mary Brittain
God said, “Men have forgotten Me:
The souls that sleep shall wake again,
DPF / Wayman
One of my favorites for teachers, from Poetry 180. When a student asks if s/he missed anything when s/he was absent, you might consider referring the student (4th-12th grade+) to this poem. Full poem here:
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/013.html
from Did I Miss Anything? / by Tom Wayman b. 1945
Nothing. When you are not present
how could something significant occur?
DPF / Thomas
For home, from the Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/248188
from Home [“Often I had gone this way before”] / by Edward Thomas (1878–1917)
But now it seemed I never could be
And never had been anywhere else;
DPF / Kenyon
And, another poem in lieu of a rain dance. Like rain, miss you, Jane Kenyon. The rest of the poem, here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/heavy-summer-rain
from Heavy Summer Rain / by Jane Kenyon (1947 – 1995)
Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
DPF / Marcus
For Navajo myths, from Chicago Review, Volume 23, Number 4 and Volume 24, Number 1 (1972).
from Spell / by Morton Marcus (1936–2009)
she knows we look
for our father
the sun
DPF / Adamshick
For new neighbors, from American Poet, The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Volume 40, Spring 2011.
from Harvard, Illinois / by Carl Adamshick
When someone moved to town,
we went mad wondering what caused it.
DPF / Csoori
For the constellations, from poets.org.
from August Evening / by Sandor Csoori
See, a hand sweeps stars
from the August sky
DPF / Note
MacNeice! E before i.
DPF / MacNeice
For the roses, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Snow / by Louis MacNeice (1907–1963)
The room was suddenly rich, and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
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