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... 

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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

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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 / 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.