For dark-green shadows, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from A Prison Evening / by Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1910-1984) translated by Agha Shahid Ali
Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
staircase of evening.
Month: June 2015
DPF / Lawrence
For novelist-poets or poet-novelists, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from The White Horse / by D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
And the horse looks at him in silence.
DPF / Niedecker
For Thoreau – like peace, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from My Life by Water / by Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970)
giving
to wild green
arts and letters
DPF / Saiko
For chrysanthemums and books, from Poem A Day, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Solitary Living in Early Winter / by Ema Saiko (1787-1862), translated by Hiroaki Saiko
This innermost room, with little to do,
is adequate to commit my plain life to.
DPF / Axiote
For window shines, from Greek Women Poets, translated by Eleni Fourtouni.
from The Homestead / by Melpo Axiote
–What secret
does the sea hold? What answer?
We know nothing
DPF / Ferlinghetti
For Ferris wheels, from Poetry, 2015.
from Beatitudes Visuales Mexicanas / by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In early morning in the great garden of Xalapa, with its terraces and immense jacaranda trees, pines + palms, there are black birds with cries like bells
DPF / Edminster
For silence and stars, from Villanelles, edited by Marie-Elizabeth Mali and Annie Finch.
from Martha and Mary / by John Edminster (b. 1943)
For in the end all waters into one sea pour,
As all stars vanish with the rising sun.
DPF / Chen
For angels and dinosaurs, from Poetry, June 2015.
from I’m not a religious person but / by Chen Chen
The angel sounded like me, early twenties, unpaid interning. Proficient in fetching coffee, sending super vague emails.
DPF / Youn
For Milton, from Poetry, June 2015.
from Blackacre / by Monica Youn
In a dark world, the ‘wide’ is the sudden door that opens on unfurling blackness, the void pooling at the bottom of the unlit stairs.
DPF / Berry
For mermaids and birdcages, from Poetry, June 2015. I’m still trying not to repeat anyone. On the days that I’ve mistakenly repeated a writer (once or twice?) I’ve posted a new poet that same day as well. So many poets in the world. If poetry is dying, so are clouds.
from Freud’s Beautiful Things / by Emily Berry
All the while I kept thinking: her face has such a wild look
…as though she had never existed
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