DPF / Avison

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

                Gentle and just pleasure
It is, being human, to have won from space
This unchill, habitable interior
Which mirrors quietly the light
Of the snow, and the new year.

DPF / Shockley

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

       we make midnight a maquette of the year:
frostlight glinting off snow to solemnize
       the vows we offer to ourselves in near
silence: the competition shimmerwise

DPF / Cummings

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 

DPF / Moore

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.

DPF / Anonymous 

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, 




DPF / Seuss

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.