For Day 9 of National Poetry Month, from my shared-name poet and his book, Shadowinnower.
from Witchnomad / by Aguedo Pizarro, translated by Barbara Stoler Miller
brightflight of the egretdance,
speed of your dreamcalling,
dunesalt in the sandvoid
Poetry
DPF / Herrera
For Day 8 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Let Me Tell You What A Poem Brings / by Juan Felipe Herrera
Before you go further,
let me tell you what a poem brings,
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem
DPF / Wieners
For Day 7 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A Poem for Painters / by John Wieners (1934-2002)
Paul Klee scratched for seven years
on smoked glass, to develop
his line, LaVigne says, look
at his face! he who has spent
all night drawing mine.
DPF / Halliday
For Day 6 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Missing Poem / by Mark Halliday
With lightness!
With weight and lightness and, on the hypothetical radio,
that certain song you almost forgot to love.
DPF / Tate
For Day 5 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.
from City At Night / by James Tate
A seer bobs along, oblivious or beguiled.
I look for my reflection in a window:
Goodnight Joe, Goodnight Joe, Goodnight.
DPF / Justice
For Jean Justice, Dr. Justice’s wife, who died March 30, 2016. Dr. Justice was the Chair on my Masters Thesis Committee at UF. From Collected Poems.
from Poem [“This poem is not addressed to you”] / by Donald Justice
This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.
DPF / Collins
For poetry, from The Apple That Astonished Paris.
from Introduction to Poetry / by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
DPF / Oppen
For Day 2 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org. Will be looking for poems about poetry this month.
from Five Poems about Poetry / by George Oppen
It may rescue us
As only the true
As only the true
Might rescue us, gathered
In the smallest corners
DPF / Eliot
For the second of two for the first day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Wasteland / by T.S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
DPF / Lowell
For one of two for the first day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Lilacs / by Amy Lowell
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England.
Daily Poetry Fragments {Semi-Daily} 