For gray eyes, from Poetry, October 2014.
from Triptych for the Disused Nonconformist Chapel, Wildhern / by Toby Martinez De Las Rivas
the shattering white late snow of April, the road a vein
of black ore
Poetry
DPF / Shapiro
For autumn, from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom.
from The Seasons: In Memory of John Cage / by David Shapiro b. 1947
Pencils too heavy to be carried
Dictionaries stuck in the ground
DPF / Francis
For Tao philosophers, from A Book of Luminous Things.
from Waxwings / by Robert Francis 1901-1987
Above an elegance of snow, beneath
a silk – blue sky a brotherhood of four
birds.
DPF / Machej
For patience, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Orchards in July / by Zbigniew Machej, b. 1958, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass
the green touched with gray, of leaves,
fallen petals of white
DPF / Guillén
For gulls, from A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Flight / by Jorge Guillén (1893-1984)
All of space is a wave transfixed.
DPF / Schulman
For labels and libretti, from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/grace-schulman
from The Present Perfect / by Grace Schulman b. 1935
No heir to your kindness,
your skill with a kite
DPF / Carson
Really, no Carson yet? This one’s from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom. More on the poet here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/anne-carson
from Hölderlin Town / by Anne Carson b. 1950
You are mad to mourn alone.
With the wells gone dry.
DPF / Simmonds
For dreaming, from Poetry, October 2014, poetry from the United Kingdom. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/248732
from Elegy for the Living / by Kathryn Simmonds
as if I dreamed you, dear
DPF / Wallace
For Issa, from Ploughshares, Spring 2014. More on Dr. Wallace here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/ronald-wallace
from Song of Myself / by Ronald Wallace b. 1945
And the birds. And you.
DPF / Starbuck
For Sylvia, from Poetry Foundation’s archives.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/19639
from Of Late / by George Starbuck (1931–1996)
He said it with simple materials such as would be found in your kitchen.
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