For all the twinkling lights, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Ten Thousand to One / by Arthur Sze, b. 1950
The Phoenicians guarded a recipe that required
ten thousand murex shells to make
an ounce of Tyrian purple.
20th-Century American Poetry
DPF / Corso
For birthdays. Happy birthday to my newly-minted 10-year old! From Mom and poetryfoundation.org.
from Writ on the Eve of my 32nd Birthday / by Gregory Corso
And the eyes, ah the eyes get better all the time.
DPF / Lindsay
For winter, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Eagle That is Forgotten / by Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931)
A hundred white eagles have risen the sons of your sons,
The zeal in their wings is a zeal that your dreaming began
DPF / Glaenzer
For more sparkling, from Poetry, July 1914.
from Star-Magic / by Richard Butler Glaenzer
For this one night
My spirit has dared, and been caught
In the web of the stars
DPF / Nemerov
For trees and all their jobs and multiple lives, 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 / Saiser
Happy Thanksgiving (from poetryfoundation.org).
from Thanksgiving for Two / by Marjorie Saiser
Little did we know that first picnic
how this would go. Your hair was thick,
how this would go. Your hair was thick,
mine long and easy; we climbed a bluff
to look over a storybook plain. We chose
our spot as high as we could, to see
the river and the checkerboard fields.
What we didn’t see was this day, in
our pajamas if we want to,
DPF / Johnson
For gleam and gloom and Thanksgiving Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing / by James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938)
Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
DPF / Guest
For stories and prayers, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Thanksgiving / by Edgar Albert Guest (1881–1959)
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
DPF / Kaminsky
For an amazing poet I missed in Iowa City by a few hours, from Poetryfoundation.org.
from Deaf Republic: 14 / by Ilya Kaminsky
thank you for my deafness, Lord, such fire
from a match you never lit.
DPF / Anonymous (Caxinua/Amazon)
For happy endings, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from The Creation of the Moon / by Anonymous (Caxinua/Amazon)
So the head started to think what it would turn into.
If it turned into water they would drink it.
If it turned into earth they would walk on it.
If it turned into a house they would live on it.
If it turned into a steer they would kill it and eat it.
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