DPF / Collins

For the Sunday that was, from The Rain in Portugal.
from On Rhyme / by Billy Collins 
That’s why instead of recalling today

that it pours mostly in Spain,

I am going to picture the rain in Portugal,

how it falls on the hillside vineyards,

on the surface of deep harbors

DPF / Tennyson

For language, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Claribel / by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Her song the lintwhite swelleth,
The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
The callow throstle lispeth,
The slumbrous wave outwelleth,
The babbling runnel crispeth,
The hollow grot replieth
Where Claribel low-lieth.

DPF / Cummings

For the ocean and its persistence, from Selected Poems, edited by Richard S. Kennedy.

from 5 (maggie and milly and molly and may) / by E.E. Cummings 

and maggie discovered a shell that sang 

so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

DPF / Hopkins

For the season, though I see some of our Colorado friends have snow today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Spring / by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
   When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
   Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;

DPF / Grossman

For running and Hermes and you running and she, among others, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Runner / by Allen Grossman

He was running under the stars. The moon
Had not risen,

but he did not doubt it would
Rise as he ran.

DPF / Smith

For the excitement of awaiting the next race, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Joy / by Maurine Smith

Joy, Joy, run over me
Like water over a shining stone

DPF / Collins

For Poetry, from The Rain in Portugal.

from Dream Life / by Billy Collins

Poetry works long hours
and rarely speaks to the tailor
as she bends to repair the fancy costumes
of various allegorical figures
who were told by Thrift how little she charges.

DPF / Cummings

For Happy Mother’s Day, from Selected Poems.

from Portraits: 2 / by E. E. Cummings

if there are any heavens mother will (all by herself) have
one.

DPF / Rilke

For art and life turning their backs on each other and walking in opposite directions as happens in mirrors every day, from Poetry, July/August 2016.

from the usual rilke: Rilke’s Separation / by Ernst Jandl

the unusual rilke
and the usual rilke
would have to separate

DPF / 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.