For children and their dreams, and may some of the good ones come very true, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Big Dreams / by April Halprin Wayland
The scruffy house cat
aches to fly—
she dreams all day of
wings and sky!
Month: April 2017
DPF / Milton
For the milkmaid, the plowman, the mower and the shepherd, from The Norton Anthology of English Literature, Fourth Edition, Volume 1.
from L’Allegro / by John Milton
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon.
If Jonson’s learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, fancy’s child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
DPF / Berryman
For more ars poetica and more rain, please, from Love & Fame.
from Monkhood / by John Berryman
The only souls I feel toward are Henry Vaughn & Wordsworth.
DPF / Khalique
For the angels watching over, from lyrikline.org.
from For Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966) / by Harris Khalique
Time flows, we meet once in a while
your great works, my poems, your son, my loves,
the problems of our times
you lend me a hand when I tremble.
DPF / Kocot
For the box is always there whether you open it or not, from Bigger World.
from Pandora / by Noelle Kocot
But she found love at the bottom
in the faces of her truest friends.
She hesitated, but only for a second,
Which seemed like an eternity,
And joined her light with theirs.
DPF / Friedman
For no one would exactly call this a heat wave, with our current temperatures in the high 70’s, but starting Friday, we’ll see our fireplaces back on, so this is for the brief heat and capris, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Record-Breaking Heat Wave / by Jeff Friedman
a day
when you hear
the wasps under the roof
drumming lightly
the paper walls of their nest
DPF / Darwish
For our California lilac which is, in our valley, blooming, and for the lilac in other parts of the world that may be waiting on the snow to exit the stage, from poetryfoundation.org.
from You Night Is of Lilac / by Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Fady Joudah
The night sits wherever you are. Your night
is of lilac. Every now and then a gesture escapes
from the beam of your dimples, breaks the wineglass
and lights up the starlight. And your night is your shadow—
a fairy-tale piece of land to make our dreams
equal.
DPF / Eliot
For National Poetry Month, which I’m supposing is our month because of Eliot, from The Waste Land.
from The Waste Land / by T.S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
DPF / Hikmet
For your life, whatever it’s been, and wherever it’s going, from Selected Poetry, translated by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk.
from Autobiography / by Nazim Hikmet (1902-1963)
some people know the names of the stars by heart
DPF / Zucker
For another one for mothers and blooming lilac and happy first day of National Poetry Month, 2017, and for daughters who are like blooming lilac, from the pedestrians.
from pedestrian / by Rachel Zucker
I
have an idea for a website where mothers shoot
home movies & I upload them as part of my ongoing
project to “accurately depict women’s lives”
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