One last one for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden, edited by Jennifer Cole Judd and Laura Wyncoop.
from Winking Wot Warning / by Debra Leith
The Wots I’ve seen are three feet high,
With pointed feet turned toward the sky.
Month: October 2014
DPF / Rexroth
For falling leaves, from A Book of Luminous Things, An International Anthology of Poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Signature of All Things / by Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982)
On the mirrored sky and forest
For a while
DPF / De Las Rivas
For gray eyes, from Poetry, October 2014.
from Triptych for the Disused Nonconformist Chapel, Wildhern / by Toby Martinez De Las Rivas
the shattering white late snow of April, the road a vein
of black ore
DPF / Shapiro
For autumn, from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom.
from The Seasons: In Memory of John Cage / by David Shapiro b. 1947
Pencils too heavy to be carried
Dictionaries stuck in the ground
DPF / Francis
For Tao philosophers, from A Book of Luminous Things.
from Waxwings / by Robert Francis 1901-1987
Above an elegance of snow, beneath
a silk – blue sky a brotherhood of four
birds.
DPF / Machej
For patience, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Orchards in July / by Zbigniew Machej, b. 1958, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass
the green touched with gray, of leaves,
fallen petals of white
DPF / Guillén
For gulls, from A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Flight / by Jorge Guillén (1893-1984)
All of space is a wave transfixed.
DPF / Schulman
For labels and libretti, from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/grace-schulman
from The Present Perfect / by Grace Schulman b. 1935
No heir to your kindness,
your skill with a kite
DPF / Carson
Really, no Carson yet? This one’s from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom. More on the poet here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/anne-carson
from Hölderlin Town / by Anne Carson b. 1950
You are mad to mourn alone.
With the wells gone dry.
DPF / Simmonds
For dreaming, from Poetry, October 2014, poetry from the United Kingdom. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/248732
from Elegy for the Living / by Kathryn Simmonds
as if I dreamed you, dear
