PIA: from August 21, 2015.

For river paths and daughters, from poets.org’s Poem-A-Day today.

from Daughter / by Jon Pineda

all the way to the broken edge
that overlooks the bend,
& hold hands until

we can no longer tell
where the river ends

For Emily Dickinson and feed stores, from Return to the City of White Donkeys.

from Of Whom and I Afraid? / by James Tate

At some point there was an
old, grizzled farmer standing next to me holding
a rake, and I said to him, ‘Have you ever read
much Emily Dickinson?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘I
reckon I’ve read all of her poems at least a
dozen times. She’s a real pistol….’

PIA: from August 17, 2014.

And, another poem in lieu of a rain dance. Like rain, miss you, Jane Kenyon. The rest of the poem, here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/heavy-summer-rain

from Heavy Summer Rain / by Jane Kenyon (1947 – 1995)

Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies

PIA: from July 25, 2014.

For the crows. This one’s from Contemporary American Poetry, ed. by Donald Hall (1962). A bio here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-bly

from Where We Must Look for Help / by Robert Bly b. 1926

On the third day the crow shall fly;
The crow, the crow, the spider-coloured crow

PIA: from July 9, 2014.

For elegies. This one’s from Chief Modern Poets of Britain and America, Fifth Edition, ed. by Sanders, Nelson and Rosenthal. A fellow Ohioan.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/hart-crane

from Royal Palm / by Hart Crane (1899-1932)

Green rustlings, more than regal charities
Drift coolly from that tower of whispered light.

PIA: from July 16, 2014. A favorite state of mind – a favorite quote.

And then, Elizabeth’s Lowell. From Notebook (1967). More here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/robert-lowell

from For John Berryman / by Robert Lowell (1917-1977)

John, we used the language as if we made it.

PIA: from May 25, 2016.

If you’re reading this, you may be one of those people with this particular joy in life, from Poetry Magazine, June 2016.

from As I walk patiently through life / by Daniel Berrigan, 1921-2016

As I walk patiently through life
poems follow close —

PIA: from a May 24th.

When under stress, try Tate. For the care and feeding of the imagination, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.

from Behind the Milk Bottle / by James Tate

Once as a river of molten lava
poured through my living room
I was cut off from my emergency kit

PIA: from April 10, 2016.

For Day 10 of National Poetry Month, from a local, valley poet, and from american poets: The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Spring-Summer 2016, and from The Darkening Trapeze.

from Ghazal / by Larry Levis

I remember how

My old psychiatrist would pinch his nose between
A thumb and forefinger, look up at me & sigh.