For more than 1,000 years ago; not as long ago as it seems. #amazonlink to Irish poet Seamus Heaney's Selected Poems 1988-2013: https://amzn.to/3Oyb3xk from Beowulf / translated from the Old English by Seamus Heaney No counsellor could ever expect fair reparation from those rabid hands. All were endangered; young and old... {important information for you for the #amazonlink: as an Amazon affiliate, I earn from qualifying purchases}
21st-Century Poetry
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 / Logan
Dear Poetry Followers, here’s a fragment from a new book published just this month; it’s from one of our favorite Floridians, and from the book, Rift of Light.
from Complaint / by William Logan
If there are dream houses,
are there undreamed houses
full of the things we desire
or only those we deserve?
DPF / McGookey
For a poet to whom I sent a fan note about twenty years ago, from Heart in a Jar, her new book.
from Dear Life: A Ten-Specimen Cento / by Kathleen McGookey
Whale bones litter the only sky. Fireflies are strung up and dangle by the glass walls.
DPF / Savige
For the new-school-year days are sort of like a colorful, spinning thing, from Poetry, September 2016.
from Carousel / by Jaya Savige
You were lured in a luminous canoesaid to have once ruled a lunar ocean.
DPF / Lasky
For ghosts I love, from Poetry, September 2017.
from The ghost / by Dorothea Lasky
I forgot to mention that the wings were gold and green
And the winds were heavy
They held his body
Afloat in air as if in the ocean
DPF / Smith
For our sun, and for a poet with the same last name as our grandparents had, from poets.org.
from Sci-Fi / by Tracy K. Smith
Eons from even our own moon, we’ll driftIn the haze of space, which will be, onceAnd for all, scrutable and safe.
DPF / Greenbaum
For our lived-in house renovation, from poets.org; the diy part is not as easy as it looked on paper!
from Regardless of Disaster / by Jessica Greenbaum
Only through a disaster or a renovation
does the entire brick side of a house come down
and in this case the workmen threw stoves and refrigerators
out the windows, letting them bounce
off the fire escapes into the little Brooklyn yard.
DPF / Walcott
For a bit more summer, from poets.org.
from A Lesson for This Sunday / by Derek Walcott
The growing idleness of summer grass
With its frail kites of furious butterflies
Requests the lemonade of simple praise
In scansion gentler than my hammock swings
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