For Concord and self-reliance, from The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman.
from A Letter / by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
And mark the rising of the early stars.
There will I bring my books
Month: February 2015
DPF / Chu-I
For hills and landscspes, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Madly Singing in the Mountains / by Po Chu-I (772-846), translated by Arthur Waley
Ever since I was banished to Hsun – yang
Half my time I have lived among the hills.
DPF / Deutsch
For flotsam and fisher gulls, from the Poetry Foundation app.
from It Is There / by Babette Deutsch (1895-1982)
Motionless hulls
Enormous under a dead grey sky.
DPF / Dodd
For grandfathers and lizards, from A Book of Luminous Things, by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Of His Life / by Wayne Dodd b.1930
Below the road
the whiteface cattle graze
in the morning peace.
DPF / Katz
For Dickinson and Jane Eyre, from The Best American Poetry, 2014.
from Some Rain / by Joy Katz
Lewis Carroll wrote Alice onto the riverbank
while he floated downstream. The first drops were falling
DPF / Dogen
For monks and midnights, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from The Hours / Eihei Dogen (Japanese, 1200-1253)
Study mastery
in the end
there is nothing else
DPF / Melançon
For groves and colonnades, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Blind Painter / by Robert Melançon (French, b. 1947)
But you should not linger
in this metaphorical palace
old as language. Here are trees
all waiting to be named.
DPF / Anonymous
For home, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from A Woodcutter On His Way Home / by Anonymous (18th-Century Vietnamese)
At dusk the birds hurry as though they were lost.
DPF / Galvin
For sad birds of the king – eaten kind, from Poetry, December, 2014.
from Ortolans / by Rachel Galvin
have you heard about the ortolans? Fig – peckers of yellowhammer
descent.
DPF / Tewa Song
For something brighter than this day, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Song of the Sky Loom / a Tewa Song, translated by Herbert Joseph Spinden
We bring you the gifts that you love.
Then weave for us a garment of brightness
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