from 73 Poems: #19 / by E. E. Cummings
Q: how numb can an unworld get?
A: number
Poetry
DPF / Hardy
from The Darkling Thrush / by Thomas Hardy
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
DPF / Doolittle
I did not know she was a classmate of Marianne Moore’s. Wonder if they got along? I picture HD slumped in the back, and Marianne Moore bent over her paper in the front row.
from Moonrise / by H.D.
She is great,
we measure her by the pine trees.
DPF / Williams
Stevens reminds me of Williams. Both had extensive responsibilities in the real world, and both, maybe because of those responsibilities, grew very colorful inner sanctums.
from Pictures from Brueghel: The Hunters in the Snow / by William Carlos Willams
a winter-struck bush for his
foreground to
complete the picture
DPF / Stevens
No Stevens yet? Then, it has to be the one for Sunday.
from Sunday Morning / by Wallace Stevens
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
DPF / Ali
Just love this quote. Happy Saturday. Thank you to http://www.poemhunter.com.
from Stationery / by Agha Shahid Ali
The world is full of paper.
Write to me.
DPF / Clare
And, many things remind me of Clare and his sad path.
from From ‘April,’ The Shepherd’s Calendar / by John Clare
But finer days are coming yet,
With scenes more sweet to charm,
And suns arrive that rise and set
Bright strangers to a storm:
DPF / Basho
Jane Hirshfield reminds me of Basho, and look! She translated this one. The whole haiku is beautiful; but, to send you looking for it, here’s your fragment.
(In its entirety: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178450)
from In Kyoto / by Basho trans. by Jane Hirshfield
I long for Kyoto.
DPF / Frost
A happy birthday today to Robert Frost. I did not remember he was born in San Francisco.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-line-storm-song/
from A Line-Storm Song / by Robert Frost
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.
DPF / Hirshfield
from This Was Once a Love Poem / by Jane Hirshfield
Yes, it decides:
Many miniature cacti, in blue and red painted pots.
Daily Poetry Fragments {Semi-Daily} 