DPF / Berryman

For Henry and John, from 77 Dream Songs.

from 77 Dream Songs: 13  / by John Berryman

God bless Henry. He lived like a rat,

with a thatch of hair on his head

in the beginning.

Henry was not a coward. Much.

He never deserted anything; instead

he stuck, when things like pity were thinning.

DPF / McClellan

For the welcome cold and rainy day, from poetryfoundation.org.

from A January Dandelion / by George Marion McClellan

All Nashville is a chill. And everywhere
Like desert sand, when the winds blow,
There is each moment sifted through the air,
A powdered blast of January snow.

DPF / Johnston

For the week, from Poetry, December 2016.
from Poem for the New Year / by Devin Johnston
what have I read

how many words

what facts

statistics biometrics

what data aggregation

what news 

of wins and losses 

DPF / Clifton

For saying goodbye to family after the holidays, including goodbye to my sweet, wee little sis, from poetryfoundation.org.

from sisters / by Lucille Clifton

me and you be sisters.
we be the same.
me and you
coming from the same place.

DPF / Cummings

For a Merry Christmas or a happy whichever holiday you choose, from poetryfoundation.org.

from [little tree] / by e.e. Cummings

little tree 

little silent Christmas tree 

you are so little 

you are more like a flower 
who found you in the green forest 

and were you very sorry to come away? 

see i will comfort you 

because you smell so sweetly 
i will kiss your cool bark 

and hug you safe and tight 

just as your mother would, 

only don’t be afraid 

DPF / Leithauser

PIA: from December 31, 2014.

For the passing year, from The Best American Poetry, 2014.

from In My Last Past Life / by Hailey Leithauser

a forest and love and a river,  and grief

was a ghost hidden green in the leaves,
an echo off cliffs that bound back the sea

DPF / Frost

For the trees, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Christmas Trees / by Robert Frost

He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.

DPF / Bonnefoy

PIA: from November 24, 2014.

For art and rain, from Poetry Magazine: The Translation Issue, November 2014. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/248974

from The Museum / by Yves Bonnefoy, translated by Mary Ann Caws

I took refuge in a museum. Outside the great wind mixed with
water reigns alone from now on, shaking the glass panes.

 

DPF / Nemerov

PIA: from November 27,2015.

For trees, from The Complete Poems of Howard Nemerov.

from Learning the Trees / by Howard Nemerov (1920-1991)

And think also how funny knowledge is:
You may succeed in learning many trees
And calling off their names as you go by,
But their comprehensive silence stays the same.

DPF / Berryman

For I’m ever thankful for family and friends here and passed on, and ever thankful for our sun and moon and Earth and for poets and poetry and for John Berryman, especially The Dream Songs.

from The Dream Songs: 30 / by John Berryman

Is there anyone in the audience who has lived in vain?