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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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