DPF / Bishop

For one of the wonderful poetry aunts, from The Complete Poems.

from At the Fishhouses / by Elizabeth Bishop

If you should dip your hand in,
your wrist would ache immediately,
your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burn
as if the water were a transmutation of fire
that feeds on stones and burns with a dark gray flame.

DPF / Williams

For spring, from Americanpoems.com.

from Spring and All / by William Carlos Williams

One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted they
grip down and begin to awaken

DPF / Jewett

For our mother’s first day in Heaven today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from To a Child / by Sophie Jewett (1861-1909)

To-night the self-same songs are sung
   The first green forest heard;
My heart and the gray world grow young—
   To shelter you, my bird.

DPF / Glück

For wisdom, from The House on Marshland (1971).

from The Magi / by Louise Glück

Toward world’s end, through the bare
beginnings of winter, they are traveling again

DPF / Eliot

For a change of scenery, perhaps a spring track meet in the rain in a distant city, from Four Quartets.

from East Coker: III / by T. S. Eliot

As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on
darkness,
And we know that the hills and trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing façade are all being rolled away —

DPF / Berryman

For one of the dearest, from 77 Dream Songs.

from Dream Song #30 / by John Berryman

& I took up a pencil;
like this I’m longing with

DPF / Cummings

For the tiniest things, like this one last tiny extra day of February, from Poetry, February 1961.

from 2 little whos / by E. E. Cummings

(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)

DPF / Lowell

For the approaching season and the hope that I don’t miss the few lilac weeks this year, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Lilacs / by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac.
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,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country
And I speak to it of itself
And sing of it with my own voice
Since certainly it is mine.

DPF / Plath

For peace in all its incarnations, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Tulips / by Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.

DPF / Cummings

For the upcoming holiday, from poetryfoundation.org.

from [love is more thicker than forget] / by e. e. cummings (1894–1962)

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea