For Day 21, from Station Island.
from A Waking Dream / by Seamus Heaney
When I made the rush to throw salt
on her tail the long treadles of the air
took me in my stride so lofted
beyond exerted breath
20th-Century Poetry
DPF / Kumin
For Day 19 of National Poetry Month, from Up Country. I had the pleasure of hearing Kumin read at the Key West Literary Seminar in January of 2010.
from The Horses / by Maxine Kumin
It has turned to snow in the night.
The horses have put on
their long fur stockings
and they are wearing
fur capes with high necks
DPF / Justice
For Day 18, from a departed master and teacher, from Departures.
from Variations on a Text by Vallejo / by Donald Justice
And I think it will be a Sunday because today,
When I took out this paper and began write,
Never before had anything looked so blank,
My life, these words, the paper, the gray Sunday
DPF / Bishop
For Day 16, from The Complete Poems 1926-1979.
from The Man-Moth / by Elizabeth Bishop
Each night he must
be carried through artificial tunnels and dream recurrent dreams.
Just as the ties recur beneath his train, these underlie
his rushing brain.
DPF / Amichai
For Day 13 and one of our beloved alma maters, even in today’s tribulations and pain, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The School Where I Studied / by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld
I passed by the school where I studied as a boy
and said in my heart: here I learned certain things
DPF / Levis
For Day 10 of National Poetry Month, from a local, valley poet, and from american poets: The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Spring-Summer 2016, and from The Darkening Trapeze.
from Ghazal / by Larry Levis
I remember how
My old psychiatrist would pinch his nose between
A thumb and forefinger, look up at me & sigh.
DPF / Pizarro
For Day 9 of National Poetry Month, from my shared-name poet and his book, Shadowinnower.
from Witchnomad / by Aguedo Pizarro, translated by Barbara Stoler Miller
brightflight of the egretdance,
speed of your dreamcalling,
dunesalt in the sandvoid
DPF / Wieners
For Day 7 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A Poem for Painters / by John Wieners (1934-2002)
Paul Klee scratched for seven years
on smoked glass, to develop
his line, LaVigne says, look
at his face! he who has spent
all night drawing mine.
DPF / Halliday
For Day 6 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Missing Poem / by Mark Halliday
With lightness!
With weight and lightness and, on the hypothetical radio,
that certain song you almost forgot to love.
DPF / Tate
For Day 5 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from City At Night / by James Tate
A seer bobs along, oblivious or beguiled.
I look for my reflection in a window:
Goodnight Joe, Goodnight Joe, Goodnight.
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