For unexplainable happenings, from Song.
from Song / by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
The goat had belonged to a small girl. She named
The goat Broken Thorn Sweet Blackberry, named it after
The night’s bush of stars, because the goat’s silky hair
Was dark as well water, because it had eyes like wild fruit.
For one of May’s most welcome weathers, from Crown of Weeds.
from Introducing: The Clouds / by Amy Gerstler
Introducing: the clouds.
Billowing, tufted,
or ragged. Flying
For the most beautiful weather, from Selected Poems.
from Storm, Instantaneous Forever / by Boris Pasternak, translated by Jon Stallworthy and Peter France
The lilac darkened. And the storm
Came bounding in from the meadows
With a sheaf of lightning flashes
For travels and side trips, from Day by Day.
from Ulysses and Circe / by Robert Lowell
What is more uxorious than waking at five
with the sun and three hours free?
For Emily Brontë and things we see through, from Glass, Irony and God.
from The Glass Essay / by Anne Carson
But it has no name.
It is transparent.
Sometimes she calls it Thou.
For the passing moment, from Bells in Winter.
from Encounter / by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by the author and Lillian Vallee
That was long ago. Today, neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
For nature, from Worshipful Company of Fletchers.
from Back to Nature / by James Tate
When you roll over never let your body touch the ground.
For May Day, from Sapphics Against Anger and Other Poems.
from Waiting for the Storm / by Dr. Timothy Steele
And, moment by moment, felt
The sand at my feet grow colder,
The damp air chill and spread.
Then the first raindrops sounded
On the hull above my head.
For Day 28, my birthday day ten months away, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova.
from At the Edge of the Sea / by Anna Akhmatova (1889–1966)
Bays cut into the low-lying shore,
all the sails were fleeing out to sea,
And I was drying my salty braid
On a flat rock a mile from land.
For Day 25, a controversial girl, from Transformations.
from Rumpelstiltskin / by Anne Sexton
She wept,
of course, huge aquamarine tears.
The door opened and in popped a dwarf.
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