DPF / Cummings

For you, dear poetry followers (dpf’s)! who have taken the time to choose to follow, I hope you will not mind me morphing this poetry space from daily to weekly and for not closing a door, but opening a new kind of window, from Selected Poems.

from 5 / by e. e. cummings

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

DPF / Williams

For a belated day and for Dr. Williams, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, the September 22 entry.

from Waiting / by William Carlos Williams

Let us see, let us see!
What did I plan to say to her
when it should happen to me
as it has happened now?

DPF / Gallaher

For dogs, from Copper Nickel 25.

from It’s Not About Figuring out What We Want, But About Figuring Out What’s Worth Wanting / by John Gallaher

The other day my dog, our dog, the family dog, looked back at me

from the landing on the stairs. It’s as far up as he’s allowed to go.

DPF / Cox

For similes and sometimes feeling minuscule, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Simile at the Side of the Road / by Mark Cox

In photographs of our galaxy

it looks like someone’s just finished

stirring us with a long wooden spoon

DPF / Glück

For fairy tale and for this time of year from a favorite poem and from Poems 1962-2012.

from All Hallows / by Louise Glück

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises

 

 

DPF / Mikhail

For a busy week and for yesterday, from Poem-A-Day/poets.org.

from The War in Colors / by Dunya Mikhail

The digital map on the wall

displays the American wars

in colors:

Iraq in purple

Syria in yellow

Kuwait in blue

Afghanistan in red

Vietnam in green.

DPF / Levis

For a Central Valley poet, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Elegy with a Chimneysweep Falling Inside It / by Larry Levis

Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard
Compose the dark, compose
The illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appear
One by one, above the schoolyard.

 

DPF / Ritsos

For gathering the passing moments, from the September 16th entry of Poem A Day, Volume 2. 

from Miniature / by Yannis Ritsos, translated by Edmund Keeley

…with its little yellow wheels of lemon
parked for so many years on a side street with unlit lamps,
then a small song, a little mist, and then nothing?

DPF / Hopkins

For Homecoming day & night, from Poem A Day, Volume 2. 

from Ashboughs / by Gerard Manley Hopkins

They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep
The smouldering enormous winter welkin!

DPF / Madrid

For a day late, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Milk One / by Anthony Madrid

He spoke Miaow. He spoke Moo and Gnu and Ha.

He spoke three kinds of Chickenhawk and the thirty dialects of Baa.