Poetry

DPF / Skinner

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For the love of books and for a day more like heaven than not, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Bookshelf of the God of Infinite Space / by Jeffrey Skinner

You would expect an uncountable number,
Acres and acres of books in rows
Like wheat or gold bullion. Or that the words just
Appear in the mind, like banner headlines.

DPF / Lindsay

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For winter, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Eagle That is Forgotten / by Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931)

A hundred white eagles have risen the sons of your sons,
The zeal in their wings is a zeal that your dreaming began

DPF / Glaenzer

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For more sparkling, from Poetry, July 1914.

from Star-Magic / by Richard Butler Glaenzer

For this one night
My spirit has dared, and been caught
In the web of the stars

DPF / Matejka

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For sparkling things, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Map to the Stars / by Adrian Matejka

There are more kinds of stars
in this universe than salt granules on drive-thru fries. Too many
stars, lessening & swelling with each pedal pump away from
the Value Village

DPF / Nemerov

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For trees and all their jobs and multiple lives, from The Complete Poems of Howard Nemerov.

from Learning the Trees / by Howard Nemerov (1920-1991)

And think also how funny knowledge is:
You may succeed in learning many trees
And calling off their names as you go by,
But their comprehensive silence stays the same.

DPF / Saiser

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Happy Thanksgiving (from poetryfoundation.org).

from Thanksgiving for Two / by Marjorie Saiser

Little did we know that first picnic
how this would go. Your hair was thick,

mine long and easy; we climbed a bluff
to look over a storybook plain. We chose
our spot as high as we could, to see

the river and the checkerboard fields.
What we didn’t see was this day, in
our pajamas if we want to,

DPF / Johnson

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For gleam and gloom and Thanksgiving Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing / by James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938)

Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

DPF / Converse

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For vines and divines, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Thanksgivings / by Harriet Maxwell Converse (1836–1903)

We thank Him for his goodness in making the forests, and thank
          all its trees.
We thank Him for the darkness that gives us rest, and for the kind Being
          of the darkness that gives us light, the moon.
We thank Him for the bright spots in the skies that give us signs,
          the stars.

DPF / Guest

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For stories and prayers, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Thanksgiving / by Edgar Albert Guest (1881–1959)

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;