For telephones of the “old-fashioned” kind, the kind with the coiled cord, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Cord / by Leanne O’Sullivan
And these were the elements of my Mother,
the earthed wire, the burning cable,
as if she flowed into the room with
me to somehow say, Stay where I can reach you.
For acting classes and their training in retrieving, building, or creating emotional memory, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Acting / by Suzanne Cleary
this had wrapped one of the babies.
This was found after the water receded.
For color and its collaborative connotations, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Pink Car / by Mark Halliday
The pink car is in my head.
It rolls calmly and calmly.
Across the carpet in 1957 and in my head.
For singing with wild abandon, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Singing Back the World / by Dorianne Laux
The car
an immense boat cutting the air
into blue angelic plumes. Singing
Blue Moon and Paper Moon
and Mack the Knife
For fathers and daughters, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Not Bad, Dad, Not Bad / by Jan Heller Levi
I think how different everything might have been
had I judged your loving
like I judge your sidestroke, your butterfly
For the ephemeral, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Listen / by Miller Williams
I threw a snowball across the backyard.
My dog ran after it to bring it back.
It broke as it fell, scattering snow over snow.
For salt and wedding anniversaries, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Poem for Salt / by Leroy V. Quintana
Only on a day such as this does salt overshadow gold.
For marriage, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Mrs. Midas / by Carol Ann Duffy
You knew you were getting close. Golden trout
On the grass. One day, a hare hung from a larch
For a moment’s peace, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Panic Bird / by Robert Phillips
just flew inside my chest. Some
days it lights inside my brain,
but today it’s in my bonehouse,
rattling ribs like a birdcage.
For the upcoming season, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Autumn / by Ngo Chi Lan (Vietnamese, 15th Century)
The fragrance gone from the ten-foot lotus
by the Heavenly Well.
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