For the last day of National Poetry Month, from Poem A Day, Vol 2. So sad to see you go.
from A Sick Child / by Randall Jarrell (1914-1965)
I say, ” Well, thank you very much. Good-bye.”
Month: April 2015
DPF / Anonymous (Catalan)
For that bad dream I had last night with its own burial scene, from Selected Translations, by WS Merwin.
from The Corpse-Keeper / by Anonymous, Catalan, post-Renaissance
I change the shirt on him
Every holiday of the year.
I have anointed his face
With roses and white wine.
DPF / Supervielle
Still attempting no repetitions, so here’s a no-repeat for today, from Selected Translations by W.S. Merwin.
from The Tip of the Flame / by Jules Supervielle (French 1884-1960)
All through his life
He had liked to read
By a candle
DPF / Clark
For chocolate, from Poetry magazine, December, 2014.
from Then and Now / by Tom Clark
And then years of now
passed, and it grew later
and later.
DPF / Jackson
For café con leche, from the Academy of American Poets. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/spain
from Spain, for Mark Strand / by Major Jackson
Yet Guernica is down the street, and some windshields
wear a sinister face, sometimes two. Think Goya.
DPF / Barr
For important crossings over, from Poetry magazine, February 2015. And, a good metaphor for running/racing, which has its own crossings over, its own song, and is own wild tone.
from The Hove / by John Barr
They’re strong, these Irish penny whistle songs.
Just the one wild tone working alone
the registers
DPF / Dunbar
For catching passing ships, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Ships That Pass in the Night / by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906)
And catch the gleaming of a random light,
That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.
DPF / Lasky
For Sunday babies, from poetryfoundation.org. My apologies to the line breaks and punctuation, if line breaks and punctuation there are; I have only the audio, and the audio is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/audioitem/4996
from The Birth / by Dorothea Lasky, b. 1978
And I say, “No, no, my baby, my baby.” They say,
“Yes, yes, look at your beautiful baby.”
DPF / Strait
For proms, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Another Moon / by Zack Strait
but there it was
spinning so close to the earth
that it bent
every weather vane in Omaha
it was prom night
DPF / Nukada
For birds, from The Penguin Book of Women Poets.
from When, loosened from the winter’s bonds / by Princess Nukada (anthology from 650-800) the Nippon Gakujutsu Shinkðkai translation
When, loosened from the winter’s bonds,
The spring appears,
The birds that were silent
Come out and sing,
The flowers that were prisoned
Come out and bloom;
But….
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