For if we can save them, we may only be able to save them one at a time, from Reasons for Moving.
from The Babies / by Mark Strand
Let us hurry.
Let us save the babies.
Let us try to save the babies.
20th-Century American Poetry
DPF / Kelly
For gardens and all their blooming, from Song.
from The Pear Tree / by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Leave off
Your weeping. The rain will keep falling. The crows
Will keep flying. Sit on the ground and wait. Sit
On the ground and wait. Perhaps the bird you planted
Beneath the pear tree…will become…another pear tree.
DPF / Eliot
For the end of a long, many-win, cloud-cover, track-&-field day, from The Waste Land.
from The Waste Land: A Game of Chess / by T.S. Eliot
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
DPF / Collins
For no longer needing to follow one’s horoscope, if one does, when the days have passed for doing so, from horoscopes for the dead.
from Horoscopes for the Dead / by Billy Collins
But you will be relieved to learn
that you no longer need to reflect carefully before acting,
nor do you have to think more of others,
and never again will creative work take a back seat
to the business responsibilities that you never really had.
DPF / Levis
For time and its non-linearity, from The Widening Spell of the Leaves.
from The Spell of the Leaves / by Larry Levis
Each morning she would watch her son, a boy of seven,
Yawn before mounting the steps, glinting like a sea,
When the doors of the school bus opened.
DPF / Koch
For one thought may definitely hide another, and one glowing screen may definitely hide many, from One Train.
from One Train / by Kenneth Koch
One idea may hide another: Life is simple
Hide Life is incredibly complex, as in the prose of Gertude Stein
One sentence hides another and is another as well.
DPF / Long
For whatever you celebrate and cherish, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Easter 1933 / by Haniel Long
Anyway, it’s good to stretch out
in the warm white sands,
one’s head in the shade of a dwarf tree,
and look at the Enchanted Mesa —
DPF / Williams
For I’ve never grown lilies, though it’s our grandmother’s name, but the blue, pink, and dark red geraniums and the dark red, white, and climbing red roses are blooming in the courtyard and front yard, from Selected Poems.
from The Red Lily / by W.C. Williams
By the road, the river
the edge of the woods
–opening in the sun
closing with the dark–
everywhere
Red Lily
DPF / Wayland
For children and their dreams, and may some of the good ones come very true, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Big Dreams / by April Halprin Wayland
The scruffy house cat
aches to fly—
she dreams all day of
wings and sky!
DPF / Berryman
For more ars poetica and more rain, please, from Love & Fame.
from Monkhood / by John Berryman
The only souls I feel toward are Henry Vaughn & Wordsworth.
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