For luck, from Must a Violence.
from The Cheshire Cat / by Oni Buchanan
‘I’ve never seen a real one!
If it bites me, that’s extremely
good luck,’ I remembered.
21st-Century Poetry
DPF / Lee
For fathers on their weekend, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Little Father / by Li-Young Lee
little clock spring newly wet
in the fire, little grape, parent to the future
wine, a son the fruit of his own son
DPF / Witek
For charms, from Exit Island.
from Three Times is Still the Charm / by Terri Witek
Mint? Purple clover? Memory’s
small-scale deliriums.
DPF / Ostriker
For yesterday’s visit to Santa Cruz, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz / by Alicia Ostriker
Teeth into floating wood
Then bound back to their owners
Shining wet, with passionate speed
For nothing,
For absolutely nothing but joy.
DPF / Glück
For a belated yesterday, from Poems 1962-2012.
from A Summer Garden / by Louise Glück
Summer arrived. The children
leaned over the rose border, their shadows
merging with the shadows of the roses.
DPF / Simic
For figments and vanishing acts, from Jackstraws.
from The Return of the Invisible Man / by Charles Simic, b. 1938
The invisible man, it turns out, had a daughter,
Equally ethereal.
He wants to know, have I bumped into her lately?
You bet, I says to him.
DPF / Berrigan
If you’re reading this, you may be one of those people with this particular joy in life, from Poetry Magazine, June 2016.
from As I walk patiently through life / by Daniel Berrigan, 1921-2016
As I walk patiently through life
poems follow close —
DPF / Harvey
For griffins and centaurs, from Modern Life.
from You Know This Too / by Matthea Harvey
The bird on the gate and the goat nosing the grass below make a funny little fraction, thinks the centaur. He wonders if this thought is more human than horse, more poetry than prose.
DPF / Rasmussen
For impressionism, from Black Aperture.
from Monet as a Verb / by Matt Rasmussen
The raindrop
that splatters
on a blade
of grass is
no more
worshipped
than the one
DPF / Cole
For May’s ocean, from Middle Earth.
from Icarus Breathing / by Henri Cole
rain starring the sea, tearing all over me;
our little boat, as in a Hokusai print, nudging closer
to Icarus
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