For prayer, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from A Prayer That Will Be Answered / by Anna Kamienska, translated by Stanislaw Barack and Clare Cavanagh
Let me walk through silence
and leave nothing behind not even fear
Month: February 2015
DPF / Anonymous (Tzotzil, Zinacantan)
For monkeys and dwarfs, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from The Flood / by Anonymous (Tzotzil, Zinacantan)
They are tired of having nothing but mud to wear.
Mud hats to keep the sun off.
DPF / Ritsos
For the passing moment, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Miniature / by Yannis Ritsos (1909-1990), translated by Edmund Keeley
like yellow wheels for a very small carriage
made for a child’s fairy tale
DPF / Salinas
For gold and islands, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Not in marble palaces / by Pedro Salinas (Spanish, 1892-1951)
Roofs sheltered us.
Less than roofs, clouds.
Less than clouds: skies.
Still less: air, nothing.
DPF / Anonymous
For dreams, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from The Dream / by Anonymous (Eskimo/1969)
I dreamed you
walking on the shore
over the little stones
DPF / Moriarty
For snow and San Francisco, from Poetry Foundation. The whole poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/249750
from A Franc Sonic (or, A Frank Sonic) / by Laura Moriarty
Earlier in “The Park”
Wrote shells and cherubs
The cathedral
DPF / Halleck
For “a retail dry-good shop in Chatham-street,” from The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman (2006).
from Fanny / by Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867)
There is an airy web of magic in it,
As in Othello’s pocket handkerchief.
DPF / Wing
For words, wings, and Kentucky, and from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/243034
from The Darker Sooner / by Catherine Wing
Then came the darker sooner,
came the later lower.
We were no longer a sweeter-here
happily-ever-after.
DPF / Parra
All I can really think of is the Shreve High football stadium, but in the interest of continuing to try not to repeat any poets, here’s a magical poem that’s unrelated to Super Bowl Sunday. However, there is a tunnel in this poem, and tunnels will obviously produce athletes at just the right moment today; so, this is why I chose it. This one’s from The FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from The Tunnel / by Nicanor Parra, b. 1914 / Chile, translated by Mark Strand
I spent the nights at my work table
Absorbed in practicing automatic writing.
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