For the upcoming holiday, thinking of Jean Valentine, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Sanctuary / by Jean Valentine
Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.
20th-Century American Poetry
DPF / Laughlin
For dreams and more dreams, from Poems New and Selected, by James Laughlin.
from In the God’s Dreams / by James Laughlin (1914–1997)
What is the message of these
dreams? Into what kind of world
is Hermes leading me? It’s not
the world described daily in the
New York Times.
DPF / Valentine
A rose and a valentine for Snape, one who we dearly love(d). From poetryfoundation.org.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180958
from A Rose / by Jean Valentine
Never mind you, Jim,
come rest again on the country porch of my knees.
DPF / Plath
For coronals of sugar roses, from The Collected Poems, by Sylvia Plath.
from The Beekeeper’s Daughter / by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
Trumpet-throats open to the beaks of birds.
The Golden Rain Tree drips its powders down.
In these little boudoirs streaked with orange and red
The anthers nod their heads, potent as kings
To father dynasties. The air is rich.
Here is a queenship no mother can contest —
DPF / Cummings
For, finally, the rain on our drought, and the poem it leads me to each time, from poets.org. The rest of the poem may be found here:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelledgladly-beyond
from somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond / by e.e. cummings (1894 – 1962)
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
DPF / Berryman
For more dreams, from 77 Dream Songs, by John Berryman. Here’s the first one.
from Dream Song: 1 / by John Berryman (1914-1972)
What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
DPF / Oliver
For winter birds, from poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem may be found here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/30876
from White-Eyes / by Mary Oliver, b. 1935
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.
DPF / Mcclellan
For Tennessee and yellow-coated gems, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A January Dandelion / by George Marion McClellan (1860-1934)
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 / King
For golden things, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Gilded Zero / by Amy King
Only open homes & woods & pansies’ blue ledges
can lead the zero with his only arms
to embrace himself in open fields for all to gape upon.
DPF / Kim
For cranberries and purple fencepickets, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Couple Next Door / by Suji Kwock Kim, b. 1969
Sassafras & pickerel, black locust
& meadowsweet, wild sarsaparilla,
checkerberry, starflower.
& meadowsweet, wild sarsaparilla,
checkerberry, starflower.
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