For bees, from The Best American Poetry, 2014. No Brock-Broido yet??
from Bird, Singing / by Lucie Brock-Broido
Among the million small gold bees set loose
In April’s onion snow, quietly
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DPF / Doty
For Rachel! A thank you for the beautiful new, The Best American Poetry, 2014, guest edited by Terrance Hayes, series editor, David Lehman.
from Deep Lane / by Mark Doty
the maple and walnut sway in the highest regions
of themselves, leaves circling in air
DPF / Ekelöf
For cold and waiting for the man who fixes the heater with heater magic, from The Star By My Head, translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.
from Sung / by Gunnar Ekelöf (1907-1968)
The moon is searching in all things
for its lost inheritance.
DPF / Sen
Another for winter, from Poetry. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/249070
from Banyan / by Sudeep Sen
banyan ribbons
into armatures
DPF / Aspenström
For the pups, from The Star By My Head, edited and translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.
from The Dogs / by Werner Aspenström (1918-1997)
The night is vast.
The heavens are turning in silence.
DPF / Neruda
No Neruda yet? This one’s for things not forgotten, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from There is No Forgetfulness / by Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), translated by Robert Bly
there are so many people dead
and so many sea-walls that the red sun used to split
DPF / Sharif
From Poetry magazine, December, 2014.
from [Persian Letters] / by Solmaz Sharif
Like Ovid: I’ll have no last words.
DPF / Cohen
For kindling, from poets.org, Poem-A-Day, today.
from In the dark we crush / by Julia Cohen
Moss smuggles stars into your cheeks.
DPF / Södergran
For childhood, from The Star by My Head, edited and translated from the Swedish by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.
from The Trees of My Childhood / by Edith Sodergran (1892-1923)
Now we’d like to tell you your life’s secret:
the key to all secrets is in the grass on the raspberry slope.
DPF / Lundquist
For botanical gardens, from The Star By My Head.
from No one will believe me / by Marie Lundquist b. 1950
but there was a time when a woman received compliments for her Pre-Raphaelite colors and the word fortune appeared as a small, enclosed warmth
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