For more sparkling, from Poetry, July 1914.
from Star-Magic / by Richard Butler Glaenzer
For this one night
My spirit has dared, and been caught
In the web of the stars
Month: November 2015
DPF / Matejka
For sparkling things, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Map to the Stars / by Adrian Matejka
There are more kinds of stars
in this universe than salt granules on drive-thru fries. Too many
stars, lessening & swelling with each pedal pump away from
the Value Village
DPF / Anonymous
For wishes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Star light, star bright / by Anonymous
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight
DPF / Nemerov
For trees and all their jobs and multiple lives, from The Complete Poems of Howard Nemerov.
from Learning the Trees / by Howard Nemerov (1920-1991)
And think also how funny knowledge is:
You may succeed in learning many trees
And calling off their names as you go by,
But their comprehensive silence stays the same.
DPF / Saiser
Happy Thanksgiving (from poetryfoundation.org).
from Thanksgiving for Two / by Marjorie Saiser
Little did we know that first picnic
how this would go. Your hair was thick,
how this would go. Your hair was thick,
mine long and easy; we climbed a bluff
to look over a storybook plain. We chose
our spot as high as we could, to see
the river and the checkerboard fields.
What we didn’t see was this day, in
our pajamas if we want to,
DPF / Johnson
For gleam and gloom and Thanksgiving Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing / by James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938)
Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
DPF / Converse
For vines and divines, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Thanksgivings / by Harriet Maxwell Converse (1836–1903)
We thank Him for his goodness in making the forests, and thank
all its trees.
We thank Him for the darkness that gives us rest, and for the kind Being
of the darkness that gives us light, the moon.
We thank Him for the bright spots in the skies that give us signs,
the stars.
DPF / Guest
For stories and prayers, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Thanksgiving / by Edgar Albert Guest (1881–1959)
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
DPF / Muldoon
For a part of the feast, poetryfoundation.org.
from The Loaf / by Paul Muldoon
When I put my ear to the hole I’m suddenly aware
of spades and shovels turning up the gain
all the way from Raritan to the Delaware
with a clink and a clink and a clinky-click.
DPF / Child
For the upcoming week, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day / by Lydia Maria Child (1802–1880 )
Over the river, and through the wood,
With a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark,
And children hark,
As we go jingling by.
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