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 / 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 / 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