Dear Poetry Followers, this one’s for Ms. Dickinson, from THE MS OF MY KIN.
from 1862.29 / by Janet Holmes
who heard
the Birds
knew
No one could
perfect
that
Eden —
Poetry
DPF / Ruefle
Dear Poetry Followers, this one’s for the clock, which gets a starring role this upcoming weekend, from The Most of It.
from My Pet, My Clock / by Mary Ruefle
A clock, on the other hand and against all appearances, is a very poor way to tell time, for all it does is sit there or hang on the wall, and very seldom does it do anything of itself to remind you of time.
DPF / Logan
Dear Poetry Followers, here’s a fragment from a new book published just this month; it’s from one of our favorite Floridians, and from the book, Rift of Light.
from Complaint / by William Logan
If there are dream houses,
are there undreamed houses
full of the things we desire
or only those we deserve?
DPF / Frost
Dear Poetry Followers, with all that these days bring in near and far-flung crises, may poetry bring some small blessings to shed light where there seems to be none, from poetryfoundation.org.
from October / by Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
DPF / Cummings
For you, dear poetry followers (dpf’s)! who have taken the time to choose to follow, I hope you will not mind me morphing this poetry space from daily to weekly and for not closing a door, but opening a new kind of window, from Selected Poems.
from 5 / by e. e. cummings
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
DPF / Williams
For a belated day and for Dr. Williams, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, the September 22 entry.
from Waiting / by William Carlos Williams
Let us see, let us see!
What did I plan to say to her
when it should happen to me
as it has happened now?
DPF / Gallaher
For dogs, from Copper Nickel 25.
from It’s Not About Figuring out What We Want, But About Figuring Out What’s Worth Wanting / by John Gallaher
The other day my dog, our dog, the family dog, looked back at me
from the landing on the stairs. It’s as far up as he’s allowed to go.
DPF / Cox
For similes and sometimes feeling minuscule, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Simile at the Side of the Road / by Mark Cox
In photographs of our galaxy
it looks like someone’s just finished
stirring us with a long wooden spoon
DPF / Glück
For fairy tale and for this time of year from a favorite poem and from Poems 1962-2012.
from All Hallows / by Louise Glück
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises
DPF / Mikhail
For a busy week and for yesterday, from Poem-A-Day/poets.org.
from The War in Colors / by Dunya Mikhail
The digital map on the wall
displays the American wars
in colors:
Iraq in purple
Syria in yellow
Kuwait in blue
Afghanistan in red
Vietnam in green.
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