DPF / Shorter

For language and poor maidens and the last day of June, since I know how to count these things after all, from Sound the Deep Waters: Women’s Romantic Poetry in the Victorian Age. 

from The Mountain Maid / by Dora Sigerson Shorter

Half seated on a mossy crag,
      Half crouching in the heather;
I found a little Irish maid,
      All in June’s golden weather.

DPF / Whitman

For moments that shine, wherever you find them, from Poem A Day, Volume 2. 
from Sparkles from the Wheel / by Walt Whitman
Where the city’s ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day, 

Withdrawn I join a group of children watching, I pause aside with them.

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 / 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 / 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 / Tennyson

For those who serve and protect, with sorrow for the need, from The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson.

from Charge of the Light Brigade / by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d

DPF / Thomas

For rain and more rain, and I think they’ve declared us officially out of the drought for the moment, from poetryfoundation.org.

 

from Rain / by Edward Thomas

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain

DPF / Rossetti

For the day’s way of clearing the clouds and blue-ing the sky, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Who Has Seen the Wind? / by Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

DPF / Hopkins

For the day, which is all blue and green today before the storm tomorrow, 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