For Ms. Stein, from The Academy of American Poets.
from Do What Now / by Mike Young
We are things embarrassing, strange, and hang around
feeling everything things
Poetry
DPF / Sutzkever
For cranberry bogs south of Boston, through which William rode on a train as a child. Without cranberry bogs, no cranberries to mingle memory and present moment. From Poetry, November 2014, The Translation Issue. What is more in translation than memory?
from The Blade of Grass from Ponar / by Abraham Sutzkever (1913-2010), t
This blade of grass is now my world, my miniature home,
where children play the fiddle in a line on fire.
DPF / Bennett
For Thanksgiving Eve, from children’s poet, Rowena Bastin Bennett at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176451#poem.
from Thanksgiving Magic / by Rowena Bastin Bennett b. 1896
Thanksgiving Day I like to see
Our cook perform her witchery
DPF / di Prima
For the 60’s, from American Poets, Fall-Winter 2014.
from City Lights 1961 / by Diane di Prima b. 1934
How many late nights did we haunt the Store
buying scads of new poems from all corners of the earth
DPF / Tewa Song
A prayer, from Poem A Day, Vol. 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Song of the Sky Loom / a Tewa Song, translated by Herbert Joseph Spinders
Then weave for us a garment of brightness;
May the warp be the white light of morning
DPF / Hirsch
For grief, from American Poets, Fall-Winter 2014.
from, from Gabriel / by Edward Hirsch b. 1950
The evening with its lamps burning
The night with its head in its hands
DPF / Harris
For bread and puddles, from Poetry, September, 2014.
from enough food and a mom / by Francine J. Harris
They ghost like the bushel of a snowflower.
Everyone is dead. now. says, the ghost.
DPF / Dashevsky
For Odysseus, from Poetry, The Translation Issue, November 2014.
from From ‘Ithaca’ / by Grigori Dashevsky, translated by Valzhyna Mort
the seer leaves his footprints on the roofs
as he walks home from the future
DPF / Bonnefoy
For the rain and for Jessica, from Poetry Magazine: The Translation Issue, November 2014. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/248974
from The Museum / by Yves Bonnefoy, translated by Mary Ann Caws
I took refuge in a museum. Outside the great wind mixed with
water reigns alone from now on, shaking the glass panes.
DPF / McKay
For anyone’s version of Paradise, this one from Jamaica via New York, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from The Tropics in New York / by Claude McKay (1889-1948)
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears
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