For more poetry by the Irish Sea, from Opened Ground.
from Good-night / by Seamus Heaney
A latch lifting, an edged den of light
Opens across the yard.
Poetry
DPF / Heaney
For the Irish sea, from Opened Ground.
from North / by Seamus Heaney
It said, “Lie down
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
DPF / Rubin
For a family day of 10K’s and Half Marathons on the beach; wishful only that I’ll make it to the end of my 10K without walking (and, I hope not to merge with the sea during the run)! from poetryfoundation.org.
from For a Poet-Athlete / by Larry Rubin
The swimmer merges with the sea, his muscles
Measure undulating waters, his motion
Masters time.
DPF / Ginsberg
For the father of first-thought-best-thought, an idea which may only work for a mind like Ginsberg’s, from The Best American Poetry 1997, edited by James Tate, series editor David Lehman.
from Is About / by Allen Ginsberg
Who cares what it’s all about?
I do! Edgar Allan Poe cares! Shelley cares! Beethoven and Dylan care.
Do you care? What are you about
or are you a human being with 10 fingers and two eyes?
DPF / Dickey
For a place in which animals live and die and live again, from The Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry (1990).
from The Heaven of Animals / by James Dickey
Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.
DPF / Po
For friends as children and spouses as adults, from Poem A Day: Vol 2, the July 12th poem.
from The River Merchant’s Wife: a Letter / by Li Po, translated by Ezra Pound
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played at the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
DPF / Mallarmé
For musicians in the visual arts play at inaudible decibels, from French Symbolist Poetry.
from Saint / by Stéphane Mallarmé, translated by C. F. MacIntyre
touched by a harp shaped
by the Angel in evening flight
for the delicate finger-tip
that, without the old santal
or the old book, she balances
on the plumage instrumental,
musician of silence.
DPF / Stein
For Stein’s meditation on female poets, from No More Masks! An Anthology of 20th-Century American Women Poets (1993).
from Patriarchal Poetry / by Gertrude Stein
as Patriarchal poetry is the same as Patriotic poetry is the same
as patriarchal poetry in the same.
Patriarchal poetry is the same….
Let her be to be to be to be let her be to be to be let her to
DPF / Lowell
For Sappho, Mrs. Browning, and Lowell’s meditation on female poets, from No More Masks! An Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Women Poets (1993).
from The Sisters / by Amy Lowell
We are one family. And still my answer
Will not be any one of yours, I see.
Well, never mind that now. Good night! Good night!
DPF / Cummings
For with the 108-degree weather, I’m thinking of holiday trees, from The Complete Poems.
from Chansons Innocentes II / by E. E. Cummings
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
See i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
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