For travels and side trips, from Day by Day.
from Ulysses and Circe / by Robert Lowell
What is more uxorious than waking at five
with the sun and three hours free?
Month: May 2016
DPF / Carson
For Emily Brontë and things we see through, from Glass, Irony and God.
from The Glass Essay / by Anne Carson
But it has no name.
It is transparent.
Sometimes she calls it Thou.
DPF / Milosz
For the passing moment, from Bells in Winter.
from Encounter / by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by the author and Lillian Vallee
That was long ago. Today, neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
DPF / Baillie
For mothers and anyone who’s mothered a child or grandparent or friend or beloved, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A Mother to Her Waking Infant / by Joanna Baillie
Thy smooth round cheek so soft and warm;
Thy pinky hand and dimpled arm;
Thy silken locks that scantly peep,
With gold tipped ends, where circle deep,
Around thy neck in harmless grace,
So soft and sleekly hold their place
…Perhaps when time shall add a few
Short years to thee, thou’lt love me too;
And after that, through life’s long way,
Become my sure and cheering stay
DPF / Paley
For mothers and anyone who’s ever loved a child, from poetryfoundation.org.
from On Mother’s Day / by Grace Paley
Look! more trees on the block
forget-me-nots all around them
ivy lantana shining
and geraniums in the window
DPF / Tranströmer
For reindeer, from The Half-Finished Heaven.
from From March ’79 / by Tomas Tranströmer, translated by Robert Bly
I made my way to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
DPF / Tate
For nature, from Worshipful Company of Fletchers.
from Back to Nature / by James Tate
When you roll over never let your body touch the ground.
DPF / Chen
For whatever the weather we’ll weather it whether it’s stormy or sun, from The Best American Poetry 2015, edited by Sherman Alexis, series editor David Lehman.
from for i will do/undo what was done/undone to me / by Chen Chen
i pledge allegiance to the weather
report that promises more snow, plus freezing rain.
though i would minus the plural & plus the multitude
of messages pressed muddy into the perfectly
mutable snow
DPF / Cole
For May’s ocean, from Middle Earth.
from Icarus Breathing / by Henri Cole
rain starring the sea, tearing all over me;
our little boat, as in a Hokusai print, nudging closer
to Icarus
DPF / Forche
For young poets, from Gathering the Tribes.
from Early Night / by Carolyn Forche
This snow is the snow of Urals
swarming upward, ashes, birds
frozen solid into stars.
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