For dreams, from the pedestrians.
from baby hospital dream / by Rachel Zucker
Women are milling about outside a hospital, waiting for their babies to be passed back to them through metal chutes in the brick wall.
Month: May 2017
DPF / Collins
For a year which doesn’t seem all that long ago, especially when one was born in the 60’s, from The Rain in Portugal.
from 1960 / by Billy Collins
The quieter bass solo just reveals
the people in the club
who have been talking all along,
the same ones you can hear
on some well-known recordings.
DPF / Wright
PIA: Wright
For Ohio, from Collected Poems.
from The Jewel / by James Wright
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
DPF / Baudelaire
For sharing your gifts, from Paris Spleen, translated by Louise Varèse.
from The Fairies’ Gifts / by Charles Baudelaire
I refer to the law that, in such a case as the present when gifts run short, gives a Fairy the power to accord one more gift, provided she has imagination enough to create one on the spot.
DPF / Clare
For the end of the school year and the season ahead, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Summer / by John Clare
The clock-a-clay is creeping on the open bloom of May,
The merry bee is trampling the pinky threads all day,
And the chaffinch it is brooding on its grey mossy nest
DPF / Berry
For the endings which arrive too soon, from Poetry, May 2017.
from The End / by Emily Berry
If we can’t have everything what is the closest amount to everything we can have?
DPF / Cummings
For hoping for wings at today’s track meet, from Selected Poems, edited by Richard S. Kennedy.
from (Poetry of the Eye) 12 / by E. E. Cummings
birds (
here,inven
ting air
U
)sing
tw
iligH(
t’s
v
va
vas
vast
ness.
DPF / Merwin
For luck, which, in addition to practice, hard work, and skill, we most certainly would love to have at the next track meet, from poetryfoundation.org.
from To Luck / by W.S. Merwin
still we might coax you with pebbles
kept warm in the hand
or coins
DPF / Collins
For the school year which nears an end, from The Apple that Astonished Paris.
from Schoolsville / by Billy Collins
Glancing over my shoulder at the past,
I realize the number of students I have taught
is enough to populate a small town.
I can see it nestled in a paper landscape
chalk dust flurrying down in winter,
nights dark as a blackboard.
DPF / Collins
For your birthday and for the sweet sixteen we celebrate today, from The Rain in Portugal.
from December 1st / by Billy Collins
I imagine they had you wrapped up tight,
and there was your tiny pink face
sticking out of the bunting,
and all those McIsaacs getting used to saying your name.
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