For forever and never, from a favorite woman and her book-a-favorite book, Tsim Tsum.
from The Oldest Animal Writes a Letter Home / by Sabrina Orah Mark
May it is not impossibled the arms wave gloryisplea in the wynds for me? I ask the sheeps. The sheeps say everything is not impossibled. I knowed those arms is not That Mutter’s arms. I clopse my eyes and pretend.
PIA: from August 30, 2015. I don’t know that simple things exist after all; the more simple a thing appears at first glance, the more it lends itself to infinite camera angles, infinite thoughts, reflections, and points of view.
For light, from Mouth to Mouth: Poems by Twelve Contemporary Mexican Women, edited by Forrest Gander.
from Untitlted / by Silvia Tomasa Rivera (b. El Higo, Veracruz, 3.7.1956), translated by Janet Rodney
It’s something much simpler,
like opening a window and touching that luminous spot
bursting in the cup of your hands.
For the sky, from The Right Madness on Skye. Each day, the world is a completely different world, changed, as it is every day, by the people who are lost that day and by those who are born; the sky, in its never-exactly-the-sameness, teaches and reteaches this. Its singular fingerprint lives its whole swirling life in a day.
from The Clouds of Uig / by Richard Hugo
They never slow down and they never run out.
When one sky leaves, taking with it the rain
that couldn’t make anyone wet or leave grass
dry very long, another sky follows close behind
PIA: from August 15, 2015.
For carrying infants through the house, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from White Towels / by Richard Jones
I have been studying the difference
between solitude and loneliness,
telling the story of my life
For ocean and crows and souls, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Ah, Ah / by Joy Harjo
Ah, ah calls the sun from a fishing boat with a pale, yellow sail. We fly by
on our return, over the net of eternity thrown out for stars.
For a favorite poet and sweets, from Poetry Magazine, November 1981. Yes, this is the year I graduated from high school. And, prose poems, from a fellow Ohioan? Yes, again!
from Against Surrealism / by James Wright
In France, all the way down south in Avallon, people like to eat cake. The local bakers there spin up a little flour and chocolate into the shape of a penguin.
PIA: from August 16, 2014.
One of my favorites for teachers, from Poetry 180. When a student asks if s/he missed anything when s/he was absent, you might consider referring the student (4th-12th grade+) to this poem. Full poem here:
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/013.html
from Did I Miss Anything? / by Tom Wayman b. 1945
Nothing. When you are not present
how could something significant occur?
PIA: from June 5, 2016.
For wishes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Minister of Culture Gets His Wish / by Mark Strand
The Minister of Culture goes home after a grueling day at the office. He lies on his bed and tries to think of nothing, but nothing happens or, more precisely, does not happen.
PIA: from August 24, 2015.
For houses empty and full and also for those empty though full, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from All Hushed and Still within the House / by Emily Brontë (1818-1848)
Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again?
For fairy tales and missing fathers, from return to the city of white donkeys.
from It Happens Like This / by James Tate (1943-2015)
The officer leaned forward to touch him, then stopped
and looked up at me. ‘Mind if I pat him?’ he asked.
‘Touching this goat will change your life,’ I said.
‘It’s your decision.’
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