PIA: from August 31, 2014.
For roses in the season of roses, from Chicago Review, Volume 23, Number 4, and Volume 25, Number 1.
from Old Man with Shears Among Roses / by Abby Rosenthal
Roses tumble noiselessly
through air.
Month: August 2016
DPF / Carroll
For my sister, whose choice of quote is perfect for Back-To-School season, from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There.
from The Walrus and The Carpenter / by Lewis Carroll
‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.’
DPF / Tate
PIA: from June 10, 2016. Missing James Tate this week especially.
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
DPF / Simon
For our 17th Wedding Anniversary today, on the lyric recommendation of my sister.
from America / by Paul Simon
Let us be lovers,
we’ll marry our fortunes together
DPF / Edson
PIA: from July 30, 2016.
For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel.
from The Bridge / by Russell Edson
Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…
DPF / Edson
PIA: from July 30, 2016.
For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel.
from The Bridge / by Russell Edson
Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…
DPF / Messer
PIA: from July 13, 2016.
For mice, from Dress Made of Mice.
from Hidden Dolls House / by Sarah Messer
the mother cried, Help me lift this kettle
off the fire, daughter, and the hired
man ran for water
DPF / Csoori
For the constellations, from poets.org.
from August Evening / by Sandor Csoori
See, a hand sweeps stars
from the August sky
DPF / Kenyon
PIA: from August 17, 2014.
And, another poem in lieu of a rain dance. Like rain, miss you, Jane Kenyon. The rest of the poem, here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/heavy-summer-rain
from Heavy Summer Rain / by Jane Kenyon (1947 – 1995)
Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
DPF / Milan
PIA: from August 2, 2014.
From Mouth to Mouth, ed. By Forrest Gander.
from Folklore / by Elena Milan
Nevertheless, we go dancing through the streets
to the rhythm of rattles and clarinets with a thousand reeds
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