For poems by children, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Autumn / by Joan Mitchell
The fields are matted with sun-tanned stalks —
Wind rushes by.
Month: September 2015
DPF / Drake
For prose poetry, from Fairy Tale Review: The Mauve Issue.
from Love Story / by Monica Drake
‘I love you! I’ve always loved you! I love you forever!’
DPF / Rudel
For nightingales and first wild roses, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Song / by Jaufre Rudel (French, early-mid 12th century)
may it bring joy to all who listen
through Peitau Berry and Garonne
as far as Brittany in the end
DPF / Young
For quilts and gnawings, from The Best American Poetry 2013, Guest Edited by Denise Duhamel.
from Wintering / by Kevin Young
Mourning, I’ve learned, is just
a moment, many,
grief the long betrothal
beyond.
DPF / Bobyshev
For the squirrel ‘ s in paradise, from Contemporary Russian Poetry, selected and translated by Gerald S. Smith.
from There surely must be such places / by Dmitril Bobyshev
There surely must be such places,
where animals too have a simple life.
DPF / Otero
For doctors, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from On This Earth / by Blas de Otero (Spanish, 1916-1979)
(Chest
shaped like
Spain.)
Get lots of air, the doctor
told me
DPF / Ekelof
For the beauty of small things, from The Star by My Head, Poets from Sweden edited and translated by Malena Morling and Jonas Ellerstrom.
from the flowers are sleeping / by Gunnar Ekelof (1907-1968)
and the children play quietly with words on the floor
DPF / Carruth
For finding form, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie – Elizabeth Mali.
from Saturday at the Border / by Hayden Carruth
Ah, far from home and God knows not much fired
By thoughts of when he thought he was inspired,
He writes by writing what he must.
DPF / Zeb-un-Nissa
For the deserts of Persia, from Love Poems by Women, edited by Wendy Mulford.
from Though I am Laila of the Persian Romance / by Princess Zeb-un-Nissa, translated by Willis Barnstone
A nightingale came to the flower garden
because she was my pupil.
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