For Day 6 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Missing Poem / by Mark Halliday
With lightness!
With weight and lightness and, on the hypothetical radio,
that certain song you almost forgot to love.
20th-Century American Poetry
DPF / Tate
For Day 5 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from City At Night / by James Tate
A seer bobs along, oblivious or beguiled.
I look for my reflection in a window:
Goodnight Joe, Goodnight Joe, Goodnight.
DPF / Justice
For Jean Justice, Dr. Justice’s wife, who died March 30, 2016. Dr. Justice was the Chair on my Masters Thesis Committee at UF. From Collected Poems.
from Poem [“This poem is not addressed to you”] / by Donald Justice
This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.
DPF / Oppen
For Day 2 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org. Will be looking for poems about poetry this month.
from Five Poems about Poetry / by George Oppen
It may rescue us
As only the true
As only the true
Might rescue us, gathered
In the smallest corners
DPF / Eliot
For the second of two for the first day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Wasteland / by T.S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
DPF / Lowell
For one of two for the first day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Lilacs / by Amy Lowell
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England.
DPF / Lowell
For the day before the cruelest month and National-Poetry-Month Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Spring Day / by Amy Lowell
The sky is blue and high. A crow flaps by the window, and there is a whiff of tulips and narcissus in the air.
DPF / Tate
For lifting spirits, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.
from Behind the Milk Bottle / by James Tate
As for pillagers, think twice:
behind the milk bottle another milk bottle
and a nest of unruly ribbons
and a ghost who barks at airplanes.
DPF / Berryman
Because he always brightens my day no matter how dark, this one’s for and from Berryman, from The Dream Songs.
from Dream Song #112 / by John Berryman
for every word she utters everywhere
shows her good soul, as true as a healed bone,–
being part of what I meant to say.
DPF / Salter
For home, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Home Movies: A Sort of Ode / by Mary Jo Salter
Here
she’s happy, teaching us to dye
the Easter eggs in it, a Grecian
urn of sorts near which—a foster
child of silence and slow time
myself—I smile because she does
and patiently await my turn.
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