For the way grief leaps out unexpectedly, from Collected Poems, by Ron Padgett.
from Prose Poem (“The morning coffee.”) / by Ron Padgett
Papa Bear looks disgruntled. He removes his spectacles and swivels his eyes onto the cup that sits before Baby Bear, and then, after a discrete cough, reaches over and picks it up. Baby Bear doesn’t understand this disruption of the morning routine.
For the man and the day, from Citizen, by Claudia Rankine. A book for anyone who’s ever felt unseen or mis-seen. This poem can also be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/247344#poem
from Citizen: “You are in the dark, in the car….” / by Claudia Rankine, b. 1963
You think maybe this is an experiment and you are being tested or retroactively insulted or you have done something that communicates this is an okay conversation to be having.
For a day of birthdays, from poetryfoundation.org.
from How to Spend a Birthday / by Lee Herrick
For C.D. Wright and Forrest Gander. Very sad to hear of C.D. Wright’s passing on January 12, yesterday, 2016. Announcement and poem from Copper Canyon Press and Poetryfoundation.org:
https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177347#poem
from Floating Trees / by C.D. Wright (1949-2016)
For mothers and sons, from American Poetry Review, January/February 2016.
from Moon Seen Two Days Before Thanksgiving / by Carl Adamshick
My mother is the glass cabinet
with snow falling
For mystery, from a favorite by Mark Strand. This full version was found at npr:
the mysterious-arrival-of-an-unusual-letter
and at The Storialist blog:
http://thestorialist.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-mysterious-arrival-of-unusual.html
from The Mysterious Arrival of an Unusual Letter / by Mark Strand
It had been a long day at the office and a long ride back to the small apartment where I lived. When I got there I flicked on the light and saw on the table an envelope with my name on it. Where was the clock? Where was the calendar?
For winter birds, from poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem may be found here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/30876
from White-Eyes / by Mary Oliver, b. 1935
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.
For wind and woods and wishes for rain and prayers for those with too much of it, from poetryfoundation.org.
from January Drought / by Conor O’Callaghan
For 15-degree football games and other ways to witness winter, from poetryfoundation.org.
from This Inwardness, This Ice / by Christian Wiman, b. 1966
For the force, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Snow Signs / by Charles Tomlinson (1927-2015)
As though it were promising a protection
From all it has transfigured, scored and bared,
Now we shall know the force of what resurrection
Outwaits the simplification of the snow.
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