DPF / Pavese

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.

DPF / Heaney

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.

DPF / Pinsky

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

DPF / Keats

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