For newborns, from What Work Is.
from Among Children / by Philip Levine
There was such wonder
in their sleep, such purpose in their eyes
closed against autumn, in their damp heads
blurred with the hair of ponds, and not one
turned against me or the light, not one
said, I am sick, I am tired, I will go home,
not one complained or drifted alone,
unloved, on the hardest day of their lives.
For the love of chicken wire and parts of boxes, from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams: Volume I, 1909-1939.
from Pastoral / by William Carlos Williams
No one
will believe this
of vast import to the nation.
For dreams, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Lullaby / by Maggie Dietz
If I had a ginko tree
I’d climb it in the evening.
If I had a marmoset
He’d climb the tree with me.
For librarians and libraries, from What Work Is.
from Agnus Dei / by Philip Levine
There was weeping and gnashing. The lamb escaped
through an expensive, leaded windowpane
and entered the late afternoon flying low
over the houses
For the beauty of Chinese poetry, from Negative Blue.
from After Reading Wang Wei, I go Outside to the Full Moon / by Charles Wright
Back here, old snow like lace cakes,
Candescent and brittle now and then through the tall grass.
For childhood and its many varieties, some endless ones and some too brief, from What Work Is.
from Growth / by Philip Levine
Then out to the open weedy yard
among the waiting and emptied drums
where I hammered and sawed, singing
my new life of working and earning,
outside in the fresh air of Detroit
in 1942, a year of growth.
For a little snow in the summer, from Poetry, October/November 1963.
from II Snow Line / by John Berryman
It was wet & white & swift & where I am
I don’t know. It was dark and then
it isn’t.
For a late Sunday evening in which the teenager, in the company of and watched over by kindness and grace, makes it home safely from the fair, from The Collected Poems of Weldon Kees.
from Praise to the Mind / by Weldon Kees
Praise to the mind
That moves toward meaning,
Kindness; mixes keenness
With routine of
Grace, has space,
And finds its place.
For dreams, from Journey in Dreams and Imagination.
from The plain seems / by Artur Lundkvist
The plain seems almost like a desert, with sparse grass in the sand, and a wagon covered with a vault of sailcloth as in the Old West is seen traveling away, toward the sharply cut, harshly blue mountains
For summer, from Gathering the Bones Together.
from The Transformation / by Gregory Orr
At night the house fills with seawater,
and you become a gigantic turtle.
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