For Thanksgiving Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Yam / by Bruce Guernsey
The potato that ate all its carrots,
can see in the dark like a mole
Poetry
DPF / Ali
For something to cover everything, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Snow on the Desert / by Agha Shahid Ali
‘So when I look at the sky, I see
the past?’
the past?’
‘Yes, Yes,’ he said. ‘especially on a
clear day.’
clear day.’
DPF / Tate
For magicians, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.
from Saturdays Are for Bathing Betsy / by James Tate
How each sort of animal and
plant prevents itself from returning to dust
just a little while longer while I transfer some
assets to a region where there are no thinking creatures,
just worshipping ones. They oscillate along like magicians,
deranged seaweed fellows and their gals
DPF / Anonymous
PIA: November 28, 2015.
For wishes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Star light, star bright / by Anonymous
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight
DPF / Xu
PIA: from November 30, 2014.
For seasons, from Poetry, December 2014.
from The Forecast / by Wendy Xu b. 1987
little shimmer, little wilt startled
from out the arranging field
DPF / Tennyson
For a Tennyson kind of day, from Tennyson’s Poems, 1863.
from Sea Dreams. An Idyl. / by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
DPF / Herrick
For honoring whatever you believe in, from a poet who believes in God, for Thanksgiving, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A Thanksgiving to God, for his House / by Robert Herrick (1591–1674)
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell,
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather-proof:
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft, and dry;
Where Thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Me, while I sleep.
DPF / Ridlon
For runners big and small, from The Twentieth Century Children’s Treasury, edited by Jack Prelutsky, and illustrated by Meilo So.
from Running Song / by Marci Ridlon
How the trees are
whizzing by.
Rushing rivers
run forever.
May I can
if I try.
DPF / Hughes
For another rain dance for our empty canals, from Lupercal.
from Crow Hill / by Ted Hughes
The farms are oozing craters in
Sheer sides under the sodden moors:
When it is not wind it is rain
DPF / Plath
PIA: from an October 27.
For the season, from Ariel.
from The Moon and the Yew Tree / by Sylvia Plath
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
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