For sis, from The Sleep Book.
from The Sleep Book / by Dr. Seuss
Way out in the west, in the town of Mercedd,
The Hinkle-Horn Honking Club just went to bed.
Month: September 2017
DPF / Dickinson
For 9/11, the September 11th entry, from Poem A Day: Volume 2.
from #280 / by Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading — treading — till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through __
DPF / Brownell
For our many worries over our friends and our friends’ homes in Florida, from Poetry, March 1918.
from The Hurricane / by Baker Brownell
The wind, night, rain,
With huge onwardness,
West, south, east, north, poured itself
Bitterly on the flat earth.
DPF / Ekelöf
For the Swedish poets, from A Star by My Head, poems translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.
from Poetics / by Gunnar Ekelöf
What I have written
is written between the lines
DPF / McGookey
For a poet to whom I sent a fan note about twenty years ago, from Heart in a Jar, her new book.
from Dear Life: A Ten-Specimen Cento / by Kathleen McGookey
Whale bones litter the only sky. Fireflies are strung up and dangle by the glass walls.
DPF / Ashbery
For Work & Fancy who walk along holding hands sometimes, and, like any other couple, sometimes don’t; from The New American Poetry, edited by Donald M. Allen.
from The Instruction Manual / by John Ashbery
As I sit looking out of a window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
DPF / Lewis
For fabulous beasts, from poetry 180.
from The Late Passenger / by C.S. Lewis
The sky was low, the sounding rain was falling dense and dark,
And Noah’s sons were standing at the window of the Ark.
DPF / Jenkins
For this Labor Day weekend’s College Football season openers, from poetry 180; supporting teams who lost isn’t difficult, UCLA & UF. If you’re a fan, stay loyal.
from Football / by Louis Jenkins
I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back…
I’ve got protection. I’ve got a receiver open downfield…
DPF / Ashbery
For another poet we will miss, from poetryfoundation.org: July 28, 1927-September 3, 2017.
from How to Continue / by John Ashbery (1927-2017)
And when it became time to go
they none of them would leave without the other
for they said we are all one here
and if one of us goes the other will not go
and the wind whispered it to the stars
the people all got up to go
and looked back on love
DPF / Savige
For the new-school-year days are sort of like a colorful, spinning thing, from Poetry, September 2016.
from Carousel / by Jaya Savige
You were lured in a luminous canoesaid to have once ruled a lunar ocean.
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