For moon rocks and Cork, from horoscopes for the dead.
from Memento Mori / by Billy Collins
It doesn’t take much to remind me
what a mayfly I am,
what a soap bubble floating over the children’s party.
Month: May 2016
DPF / Picasso
For Seville and Córdova, from The Burial of the Count of Orgaz & other poems.
from Tauromachian Emblems / by Pablo Picasso, translated by Jerome Rothenberg and Pierre Joris
Ibarra (Don Eduardo) Seville
blue turquoise and straw yellow emblems
DPF / Transtromer
For seashells and telephones, from The Half-Finished Heaven.
from Under Pressure / by Tomas Transtromer, translated by Robert Bly
The restless shadows in my head want to go out there.
They want to crawl in the grain and turn into something gold.
DPF / Heaney
For basalt eggs and swans’ feet, from North.
from The Grauballe Man / by Seamus Heaney
As if he had been poured
in tar, he lies
on a pillow of turf
and seems to weep
DPF / Kelly
For unexplainable happenings, from Song.
from Song / by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
The goat had belonged to a small girl. She named
The goat Broken Thorn Sweet Blackberry, named it after
The night’s bush of stars, because the goat’s silky hair
Was dark as well water, because it had eyes like wild fruit.
DPF / Harvey
For griffins and centaurs, from Modern Life.
from You Know This Too / by Matthea Harvey
The bird on the gate and the goat nosing the grass below make a funny little fraction, thinks the centaur. He wonders if this thought is more human than horse, more poetry than prose.
DPF / Gerstler
For one of May’s most welcome weathers, from Crown of Weeds.
from Introducing: The Clouds / by Amy Gerstler
Introducing: the clouds.
Billowing, tufted,
or ragged. Flying
DPF / Pasternak
For the most beautiful weather, from Selected Poems.
from Storm, Instantaneous Forever / by Boris Pasternak, translated by Jon Stallworthy and Peter France
The lilac darkened. And the storm
Came bounding in from the meadows
With a sheaf of lightning flashes
DPF / Lowell
For editing, travels and side trips, from Day by Day. Yesterday, corrected.
from Ulysses and Circe / by Robert Lowell
What is more uxorious than waking at five
with the sun and three hours free?
DPF / Rasmussen
For impressionism, from Black Aperture.
from Monet as a Verb / by Matt Rasmussen
The raindrop
that splatters
on a blade
of grass is
no more
worshipped
than the one
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