For poetry, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Poem to Some of my Recent Poems / by James Tate
you owe your beauty to your mother, who
resembled a cyclindrical corned beef
with all the trimmings
Month: June 2016
DPF / Lundkvist
For dreams, from Journey in Dreams and Imagination.
from The plain seems / by Artur Lundkvist
The plain seems almost like a desert, with sparse grass in the sand, and a wagon covered with a vault of sailcloth as in the Old West is seen traveling away, toward the sharply cut, harshly blue mountains
DPF / Orr
For summer, from Gathering the Bones Together.
from The Transformation / by Gregory Orr
At night the house fills with seawater,
and you become a gigantic turtle.
DPF / Ostriker
For yesterday’s visit to Santa Cruz, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz / by Alicia Ostriker
Teeth into floating wood
Then bound back to their owners
Shining wet, with passionate speed
For nothing,
For absolutely nothing but joy.
DPF / Glück
For a belated yesterday, from Poems 1962-2012.
from A Summer Garden / by Louise Glück
Summer arrived. The children
leaned over the rose border, their shadows
merging with the shadows of the roses.
DPF / Hall
For baseball, from The Old Life.
from The Thirteenth Inning / by Donald Hall
When the moon rises, light standards cast eldritch shadows
on players who cast no shadows, and we observe four
transparent pitchers superimposed on each other,
from ghostly Babe Ruth past Cy Young and Smokey Joe Wood
to Parson Lewis.
DPF / Strand
For wishes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Minister of Culture Gets His Wish / by Mark Strand
The Minister of Culture goes home after a grueling day at the office. He lies on his bed and tries to think of nothing, but nothing hap-pens or, more precisely, does not happen.
DPF / Schnackenberg
For seashells and waves, from Heavenly Questions.
from Fusiturricula Lullaby / by Gjertrud Schnackenberg
A visit to the shores of lullabies,
So far from here, so very far away,
A floor of sand, it doesn’t matter where, And overhead a water-ceilings sways
DPF / Drummond de Andrade
For grace, from the FSG book of Twentieth-Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from The Disappearance of Luisa Porto / by Carlos Drummond de Andrade, translated by Thomas Colchie
No more searching. Silence the radios.
The calm of petals opening
in a blue garden
where hearts are unburdened
DPF / Paz
For pillars and dances, from Early Poems, 1935-1955.
from In Uxmal / by Octavio Paz
The time is transparent:
even if the bird is invisible,
let us see the color of his song.
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