PIA: from September 2015.
For rain, rain, rain which hides its face from us, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Cats Will Know / by Cesare Pavese, translated by Geoffrey Brock
Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
Between flowers and sills
the cats will know.
For medieval literature and Irish classics and lines that remind me of the wells and springs of the Kentucky mountains, from Sweeney Astray.
from Sweeney Astray: 40 / by Seamus Heaney
The springs I always liked
were the fountain at Dunmall
and the spring-well on Knocklayde
that tasted pure and cool.
PIA: from September 26, 2014.
For Emily, from The Ms of M y Kin, a book of erasures made fromThe Poems of Emily Dickinson. More by Holmes here:
from 1861.7 (217-223) / by Janet Holmes
somebody bring the light
PIA: from September 25, 2014.
For moths, from the University of Florida journal,subtropics, Winter/Spring 2011.
from Dear Winged / by Erin Murphy
Cacophony of moths. Fragile
as egg shells.
For another rain dance, from American Poets in the 21st Century, edited by Claudia Rankine & Lisa Sewell. We’ve had .04 inches of rain since May 1, 2016.
from John Keats / by Mark Levine
And we saw thunder
float above us in a spool of cloud.
For Horace and Brutus and Sunday-night thoughts of posterity, from An Explanation of America.
from Part Two: Its Great Emptiness, IV. Filling the Blank / by Robert Pinsky
While for our children we are bound to aspire
Differently: something like a nest or farm;
So that the cycle of different aspirations
Threads through posterity
For the season and a beautiful autumn day at the cross-country meet, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Autumn / by T.E. Hulme
A touch of cold in the Autumn night—
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
PIA: from September 30, 2014 .
For maps, from Crab Orchard Review, Summer / Fall 2014.
from Map Making / by John Glowney
Geography is blue mostly. Serene sheet,
For the first day of autumn, a day on which the high temperature fell twenty-four degrees from Tuesday, in honor of the day, from poetryfoundation.org.
from To Autumn / by John Keats
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease
For fairy tales, wherever they may be found, from Transformations.
from Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) / by Anne Sexton
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist’s trance,
into a spirit world
speaking with the gift of tongues.