DPF / Rossetti

For birthdays and for my birthday today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from A Birthday / by Christina Rossetti

Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
                  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
                  In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys


DPF / Heaney

For making metaphor-making look as simple as breathing, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Casualty / by Seamus Heaney

To get out early, haul
Steadily off the bottom,
Dispraise the catch, and smile
As you find a rhythm
Working you, slow mile by mile,
Into your proper haunt
Somewhere, well out, beyond…

DPF / Lowell

For the approaching season and the hope that I don’t miss the few lilac weeks this year, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Lilacs / by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

False blue,
Color of lilac.
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country
And I speak to it of itself
And sing of it with my own voice
Since certainly it is mine.

DPF / Herrera

For ways of travel, real and surreal, from Senegal Taxi, by Juan Felipe Herrera, our Poet Laureate.

from Mud Drawing #32. Ibrahim, the Village Boy / by Juan Felipe Herrera

…I slowed my taxi I opened the soft door stepped out Sahel too and Abdullah the waters of the ocean flushed us out of the taxi on a round street under the dark winged stone of the sun.