For the give and take between reality and dreams. In this poem, she is a mime, and it is an imagined glass. #amazonlink to The Best of It: New and Selected Poems by Kay Ryan (p.54) https://amzn.to/3dmuDzn. from "How Successful Can She Afford to Be?" / by Kay Ryan Would she be glad if it left a ring, if she could add to the manifest, passing a thing out of the dream? {important information for you for the #amazonlink: as an Amazon affiliate, I earn from qualifying purchases; all books I link, I own, unless otherwise noted}
21st-Century American Poetry
DPF/Mark
For children and snow and Li Shan Chong and Lily Janes everywhere, from a magical poet. #amazon link to Wild Milk https://amzn.to/3ukJKPj from "Spells" / by Sabrina Orah Mark This is what I remember most about my sons: they were always thirsty, and they were wildest at dusk, and they were always kind. Their eyes were soft and white like snowy windowsills. {important information for you for the #amazonlink: as an Amazon affiliate, I earn from qualifying purchases}
DPF/Harman
For the love of MTM/Mary Tyler Moore/Mary Richards and her writers' perfect chronicling of one female, single and hard-working associate news producer in Minneapolis' 1970-1977. In case you missed it, here's your #amazonlink: (DVD's/of course, I own these) https://amzn.to/3I07XzJ or (single episode or seasons) https://amzn.to/3yqswSQ from "The Mary Tyler Moore Show: Third Episode" / by Michele Pizarro Harman ...Daughter to the black box, become an invention. Melt out the edges of your own signed and numbered print. with many thanks to: the Antioch Review, Winter 1988, Volume 56, Number 1 https://antiochcollege.edu/antioch-review/about/ {important information for you for the #amazonlink: as an Amazon affiliate, I earn from qualifying purchases}
DPF/Beaumont
For happy National Poetry Month, from The Doll Collection, edited by Diane Lockward.
from Dream Doll in the Making / by Marie Beaumont
She named her Serendipity-do.
She became a continuously floating thing.
A fishbowl notoriety followed her everywhere.
Against the elements, she fared well.
DPF / Collins
For a happy birthday to you and to me and to Stephen Spender (2.28.1909), from The Rain in Portugal.
from 2128 / by Billy Collins
It’s the year when everyone is celebrating
the 200th birthday of Donald Hall,
but I don’t know what to do with myself.
No one ever thought to tell me
that he and I would live
beyond anyone’s expectations
and that the challenge would be
to figure out how to keep ourselves busy.
DPF / Mark
For you and for beloved Sabrina and Beatrice on the most wished-to-be-beloved of days, from Tsim Tsum.
from Where Babies Come From / by Sabrina Orah Mark
‘Where,’ asked Beatrice, ‘do babies come from?’ Walter B. was hanging a painting in the crawl space. It was a painting of the babies. ‘Basically,’ said Walter B., ‘babies come from rubbing babies together. They rub and they rub. Once, I heard them rubbing.’ ‘Are you sure those are the babies where babies come from?’ asked Beatrice. She was staring at the painting. It was a painting of the babies. ‘They seem,’ said Beatrice, ‘to be different babies. Walter B. tilted his head. A door slammed. They stood for a long time and examined the painting. Beatrice was right. These were not the same babies. These were different babies. Some of these babies carried twine….
DPF / Meinke
For a misnomer of a love poem, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Love Poem / by Peter Meinke
When I was a man sharp as a polished axe in the polleny
orchard
I loved a woman whose perfume swayed in the air, turning
the modest flowers scarlet and loose
till the jonquils opened their throats and cackled out loud
DPF / McPherson
For John Ashbery, too, one of our many missing voices who would have added thoughtful input to the international overflow of powerful emotion occurring on all sides of the political free-for-all, from poetryfoundation.org.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/145182/sitting-on-a-desk-together-at-smu-1982
from Sitting on a Desk Together at SMU, 1982 / by Sandra McPherson
There’s a bird crowd beachcombing.
Humans love
going to fragments —
it’s Greek.
DPF / Collins
For paying attention to the moment as it is given, from a poet whose hand I’ve had the pleasure of shaking, and from The Rain in Portugal.
from Bashō in Ireland / by Billy Collins
I am like the Japanese poet
who longed to be in Kyoto
even though he was already in Kyoto.
DPF / Holmes
Dear Poetry Followers, this one’s for Ms. Dickinson, from THE MS OF MY KIN.
from 1862.29 / by Janet Holmes
who heard
the Birds
knew
No one could
perfect
that
Eden —
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