For the upcoming holiday, from poetryfoundation.org.
from [love is more thicker than forget] / by e. e. cummings (1894–1962)
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
Month: February 2016
DPF / Mayer
For one of my favorite months, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A Very Strong February / by Bernadette Mayer
One weekend fisherman and blue painters watch
The vivid violet winds blow visibility from the mountain
Beyond the black valley. That means or then you know
You’re in a big cloud of it, it’s brilliant white mid-February
DPF / Musgrave
For the last day of the 2015-2016 football season. It’s always sad to see the season go, but I do like fairytale endings. Today’s poem’s from poetryfoundation.org.
from Dew / by David Musgrave
Half their lives are spent in clouds
of condensation or the cold heat
of a winter sun where even the crowds
seem like droplets on the concrete
rose of the stadium.
DPF / Levin
For the inevitable, from Poetry, February 2016.
from Cloud Fishing / by Phillis Levin
Take care or you’ll catch yourself,
A fish might say,
As inescapable skeins of shadow
Scatter a net
Over the face of the deep.
DPF / Tate
For the amazing James, from The Prose Poem: An International Journal, edited by Peter Johnson.
from All Over the Lot / by James Tate
The boy grinned up at me. My old tweed vest was infested with fleas. I started walking backwards. People were shoving me this way and that.
DPF / Plath
For one who, in another era, might have been saved, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Elm / by Sylvia Plath
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale
irretrievables?
DPF / Edson
For trails and tales, from The Rooster’s Wife, by Russell Edson.
from Fairytale / by Russell Edson
Out of the distance into the foreground they come, Hansels and Gretels dropping egg shells
DPF / Kaminsky
For dreams, from Dancing in Odessa, by Ilya Kaminsky.
from Marina Tsvetaeva / by Ilya Kaminsky
She laughs
as a child speaking to herself:
‘soul = pain + everything else.’
DPF / Padgett
For colors and tapestry, from How to Be Perfect, by Ron Padgett.
from History Lesson / by Ron Padgett
I think that Geoffrey Chaucer did not move
the way a modern person moves.
He moved only an inch at a time, in what
we call stop action.
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