For speeding trains, from Falling into Velásquez, by Mary Kaiser.
from The Illusionist / by Mary Kaiser
brilliance like neon
spray paint blurting
through the window
of a speeding train
Month: June 2015
DPF / Witek
For travel, from Exit Island, by Terri Witek.
from I wake on an island / by Terri Witek
Here is what I was told on the ship:
1. Do your arguing on deck.
2. Thefts are rare.
3. Find out how a windlass works: some day you’ll have to get that anchor up or down.
DPF / Kyger
For cabins and bears, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Destruction / by Joanne Kyger, b. 1934
He chomps up Norwegian crackers
stashed for the winter. And the bouillon, salt, pepper,
paprika, garlic, onions, potatoes.
DPF / Schultz
For Wednesdays, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/241072
from Wednesday, August 02, 2006 / by Susan M. Schulz b. 1958
–Compare and contrast the acquisition of a language to its loss. Avoid the trap of merely saying that the latter happens in reverse order of the former. You are likely to do better if you see them as similar processes, though one leads to gain, the other loss.
DPF / Montagu
For Tuesdays, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174029
from Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James’s Coffee-House / by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689-1762)
In her the glory of the heav’ns we view,
Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.
DPF / Šalamun
For red flowers, from Poetry, May 2015. A brief biography of the poet may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/tomaz-salamun#poet
from Ships / by Tomaž Šalamun, translated by Brian Henry
If bees rushed into my face, I’d scratch
at them with my hand and would see
again.
DPF / Šalamun
For red flowers, from Poetry, May 2015. A brief biography of the poet may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/tomaz-salamun#poet
from Ships / by Tomaž Šalamun
If bees rushed into my face, I’d scratch
at them with my hand and would see
again.
DPF / Revard
For weeds more green and baby rabbits, from Poetry Foundation.
from Another Sunday Morning / by Carter Revard, b. 1931
What I walked down to the highway for,
through the summer dawn,
was the Sunday funnies,
or so I thought—
DPF / Lewis
For blues, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem is here:
Poetry Foundation
from Jook Joint Saturday Night / by J. Patrick Lewis, b. 1942
It’s like a bee outside a hive;
And when the hive begins to hum,
It’s like a dim and distant drum;
DPF / Anonymous
For apples, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Adam Lay I-bounden / by Anonymous (ca. 15th Century)
Ne hadde the apple take been, the apple taken been,
Ne hadde never our Lady aye been Heaven’s queen.
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