PIA: from July 30, 2016.
For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel.
from The Bridge / by Russell Edson
Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…
PIA: from July 30, 2016.
For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel.
from The Bridge / by Russell Edson
Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…
PIA: from July 30, 2016.
For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel.
from The Bridge / by Russell Edson
Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…
PIA: from July 13, 2016.
For mice, from Dress Made of Mice.
from Hidden Dolls House / by Sarah Messer
the mother cried, Help me lift this kettle
off the fire, daughter, and the hired
man ran for water
For the constellations, from poets.org.
from August Evening / by Sandor Csoori
See, a hand sweeps stars
from the August sky
PIA: from August 17, 2014.
And, another poem in lieu of a rain dance. Like rain, miss you, Jane Kenyon. The rest of the poem, here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/heavy-summer-rain
from Heavy Summer Rain / by Jane Kenyon (1947 – 1995)
Everything blooming bows down in the rain:
white irises, red peonies; and the poppies
PIA: from August 2, 2014.
From Mouth to Mouth, ed. By Forrest Gander.
from Folklore / by Elena Milan
Nevertheless, we go dancing through the streets
to the rhythm of rattles and clarinets with a thousand reeds
PIA: from August 28, 2014. A belated yesterday.
For Oz, from Fairy Tale Review, The Emerald Issue. More here:
http://fairytalereview.com/tag/the-emerald-issue/
from No Place Like / by Katie Manning
A few months after
the storm, Dorothy asked
to paint the farmhouse
emerald green.
PIA: from June 16, 2016. Happy Sunday.
For summer travels, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Summer / by Ronald Johnson
As the morning advanced the sun became bright and warm, cloudless, calm, serene.
PIA: from a May 13th.
For the most beautiful weather, from Selected Poems.
from Storm, Instantaneous Forever / by Boris Pasternak, translated by Jon Stallworthy and Peter France
The lilac darkened. And the storm
Came bounding in from the meadows
With a sheaf of lightning flashes
For icicles and ferns, from 3 Books.
from The Poem / by Galway Kinnell
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