For luck, from Must a Violence.
from The Cheshire Cat / by Oni Buchanan
‘I’ve never seen a real one!
If it bites me, that’s extremely
good luck,’ I remembered.
Month: June 2016
DPF / Wright
For Ohio, on a good night for Cleveland and the state, and for fathers on earth and beyond it, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Youth / by James Wright
I know his ghost will drift home
To the Ohio River, and sit down, alone,
Whittling a root.
He will say nothing.
The waters flow past, older, younger
Than he is, or I am.
DPF / Lee
For fathers on their weekend, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Little Father / by Li-Young Lee
little clock spring newly wet
in the fire, little grape, parent to the future
wine, a son the fruit of his own son
DPF / Berryman
For a little snow in the summer, from Poetry, October/November 1963.
from II Snow Line / by John Berryman
It was wet & white & swift & where I am
I don’t know. It was dark and then
it isn’t.
DPF / Johnson
For summer travels, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Summer / by Ronald Johnson
As the morning advanced the sun became bright and warm, cloudless, calm, serene.
DPF / Whitman
For the love of fathers and daughters, from poetryfoundation.org.
from On the Beach at Night / by Walt Whitman
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
DPF / Mark
For banquets and flowers, from Tsim Tsum.
from The Departure / by Sabrina Orah Mark
‘You do not know anymore,’ sighed Walter B., ‘what is real.’ Walter B. and Beatrice stood in the dark. They held hands and watched wagons pass by.
DPF / Witek
For charms, from Exit Island.
from Three Times is Still the Charm / by Terri Witek
Mint? Purple clover? Memory’s
small-scale deliriums.
DPF / Kees
For a late Sunday evening in which the teenager, in the company of and watched over by kindness and grace, makes it home safely from the fair, from The Collected Poems of Weldon Kees.
from Praise to the Mind / by Weldon Kees
Praise to the mind
That moves toward meaning,
Kindness; mixes keenness
With routine of
Grace, has space,
And finds its place.
DPF / Mark
For sleep and red stoves, from The Babies.
from Osip Zoo / by Sabrina Orah Mark
There are those for whom Osip Zoo does, and then there are the rest of us.
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