For fabulous beasts, from poetry 180.
from The Late Passenger / by C.S. Lewis
The sky was low, the sounding rain was falling dense and dark,
And Noah’s sons were standing at the window of the Ark.
Poetry
DPF / Jenkins
For this Labor Day weekend’s College Football season openers, from poetry 180; supporting teams who lost isn’t difficult, UCLA & UF. If you’re a fan, stay loyal.
from Football / by Louis Jenkins
I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back…
I’ve got protection. I’ve got a receiver open downfield…
DPF / Ashbery
For another poet we will miss, from poetryfoundation.org: July 28, 1927-September 3, 2017.
from How to Continue / by John Ashbery (1927-2017)
And when it became time to go
they none of them would leave without the other
for they said we are all one here
and if one of us goes the other will not go
and the wind whispered it to the stars
the people all got up to go
and looked back on love
DPF / Savige
For the new-school-year days are sort of like a colorful, spinning thing, from Poetry, September 2016.
from Carousel / by Jaya Savige
You were lured in a luminous canoesaid to have once ruled a lunar ocean.
DPF / Meléndez
For sometimes when the world turns upside down, it’s a blessing, from Poetry, September 2017.
from Future Memories / by Mario Meléndez, translated from the Spanish by Eloisa Amezcua
My sister woke me very early
that morning and told me
‘Get up, you have to come see this
the ocean’s filled with stars’
DPF / Stevenson
For my sister says, it’s even hot in Malibu, from poetryfoundation.org.from At the Sea-Side / by Robert Louis StevensonWhen I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.
DPF / Lasky
For ghosts I love, from Poetry, September 2017.
from The ghost / by Dorothea Lasky
I forgot to mention that the wings were gold and green
And the winds were heavy
They held his body
Afloat in air as if in the ocean
DPF / Heaney
For the rain in Texas, which sometimes falls too little and sometimes falls so much too much, from The Spirit Level.
from The Rain Stick / by Seamus Heaney
Upend the rain stick and what happens next
Is a music that you never would have known
To listen for.
DPF / Heaney
For fathers and paper boats, from The Spirit Level.
from The Flight Path / by Seamus Heaney
A dove rose in my breast
Every time my father’s hands came clean
With a paper boat between them, ark in air,
The lines of it as taut as a pegged tent
DPF / Bishop
For somehow, it’s a Bishop kind of day, the kind of day when seals carry hymns to the ocean floor, from The Collected Poems.
from At the Fishhouses / by Elizabeth Bishop
Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,
element bearable to no mortal,
to fish and to seals . . . One seal particularly
I have seen here evening after evening.
He was curious about me. He was interested in music;
like me a believer in total immersion,
so I used to sing him Baptist hymns.
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