For sails and ice, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Stanzas for Music / by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
‘Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin’d turret wreath,
All green and wildly fresh without
Month: April 2015
DPF / Blok
For years, from Selected Translations, by WS Merwin.
from To Zinaida Gippius / by Alexander Blok, Russia 1880-1921
Russia
gave birth to us in her years of anguish
and we can forget nothing.
DPF / Macatti
For spring, from India and from The Penguin Book of Women Poets, edited by Carol Cosman, Joan Keefe, and Kathleen Weaver.
from What She Said / by Okkur Macatti (1st-3rd Centuries AD)
In jasmine country, it is evening
for the hovering bees,
but look, he hasn’t come back.
DPF / Oberman
For fire, from Poetry, March 2015. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/250048
from On Trans / by Miller Oberman
The earth doesn’t seem to move, but sometimes we fall
down against it and seem to briefly alight on its turning.
DPF / Gambara
From Italy, for time, from The Penguin Book of Women Poets, edited by Carol Cosman, Joan Keefe and Kathleen Weaver (1978).
from When I see the earth ornate and lovely / by Veronica Gambara (1485-?) translated by Brenda Webster
Even this meadow now green and blossoming
before was full of snow
DPF / Wilson
For children, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from I Wish in the City of Your Heart / by Robley Wilson
I wish in the city of your heart
you would let me be the street
where you walk when you are most
yourself.
DPF / Williams
For seas and waves and kings, from Bright Wings, edited by Billy Collins with whom I share an issue of the Jacaranda Review, W/S 1991. And, for those who celebrate this day, a prayerful and Happy Easter.
from The Kingfisher / by Lisa Williams
Then the bird itself touched down
on an aged tree, on a pond’s island,
in a circle of melting ice.
DPF / Felix
For Final Four Day, from Poetry, April 2015. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/250228#poem
from Badu Interviews Lamar / by Camonghne Felix
I’m in my
own world.
let
everything consume me.
DPF / Forsström
For babies and bees, from The Star By My Head, Poets from Sweden, edited and translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.
from Five months old, the summer / by Tua Forsström b. 1947
The summer sways in the breeze in tepid
shadows and light: she has already travelled
so far, she dreams dreams, she already has memories
DPF / Updike
Another for the Final Four, from Poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172264
from Ex-Basketball Player / by John Updike (1932–2009)
Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards.
He was good: in fact, the best. In ’46
He bucketed three hundred ninety points,
A county record still. The ball loved Flick.
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