For stars and curls, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Where does this tenderness come from? / by Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941)
Your lashes are — longer than anyone’s.
Poetry
DPF / Brontë
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?
DPF / Anonymous (Spanish, Renaissance)
For gratitude, knights and castles, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Don García / by Anonymous, translated by WS Merwin
‘When I was a child the King reared me,
God was a cloak around me;
A horse and arms he gave me
Excelling all others….
DPF / Gioia
For dead letters, from the Poetry app spin.
from The Letter / by Dana Gioia
And we still wait like children who have sent
Two weeks’ allowance far away
To answer an enticing advertisement
From a crumbling, yellow magazine
DPF / Pineda
For river paths, from poets.org’s Poem-A-Day today.
from Daughter / by Jon Pineda
all the way to the broken edge
that overlooks the bend,
& hold hands until
we can no longer tell
where the river ends
DPF / Jones
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
DPF / Patterson
For gratitude, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins. And, here is one link to the rest of the poem:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autobiographia/
from Autobiographia / by G.E. Patterson
I had everything and luck: Rings of smoke
blown for me; sunlight safe inside the leaves
of cottonwoods; pure, simple harmonies
of church music
DPF / Connolly
For the end of summer, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins. (Title updated.)
from The Summer I Was Sixteen / by Geraldine Connolly
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears
DPF / Connolly
For the end of summer, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Summer I Was Sixteen / by Geraldine Connolly
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears
DPF / Jarman
For first letters, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Unholy Sonnets / by Mark Jarman
I can say almost anything about you,
O Big Idea, and with each epithet,
Create new reasons to believe or doubt you
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