For wishing you a Happy New Year’s Eve and a Happy New Year, from DPF and poetryfoundation.org.
from New Year’s Poem / by Margaret Avison
For the old year beginning to morph into the new, from Metamorphoses, translated by Charles Martin.
from Daedalus and Icarus / by Ovid
‘Though he may bar the earth
and seas,’ he said, ‘without a doubt, the sky
above is open; that is how we’ll go:
Minos rules everything except the air.’
For the week, from poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem may be found here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/55670#poem.
from on new year’s eve / by Evie Shockley
For the week, from Poetry, December 2016.
from Poem for the New Year / by Devin Johnston
what have I read
how many words
what facts
statistics biometrics
what data aggregation
what news
of wins and losses
For saying goodbye to family after the holidays, including goodbye to my sweet, wee little sis, from poetryfoundation.org.
from sisters / by Lucille Clifton
For ladybugs, from poetryfoundation.org.
from December / by Roger Pfingston
For a Merry Christmas or a happy whichever holiday you choose, from poetryfoundation.org.
from [little tree] / by e.e. Cummings
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
For the night, from The Night Before Christmas.
from The Night Before Christmas / by Clement C. Moore or Henry Livingston, Jr.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
For the day before the day before, from http://www.homemade-gifts-made-easy.com/christmas-poems-for-kids.html.
from The Day Before Christmas / by Anonymous
We have been helping with the cake,
And licking out the pan,
And wrapping up our packages,
As neatly as we can.
We have hung our stockings up,
Beside the open grate.
And now there’s nothing more to do,
Except
To
Wait.
For the week, from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas / by Dr. Seuss
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
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