For marriage, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Mrs. Midas / by Carol Ann Duffy
You knew you were getting close. Golden trout
On the grass. One day, a hare hung from a larch
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DPF / Phillips
For a moment’s peace, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Panic Bird / by Robert Phillips
just flew inside my chest. Some
days it lights inside my brain,
but today it’s in my bonehouse,
rattling ribs like a birdcage.
DPF / Chi Lan
For the upcoming season, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Autumn / by Ngo Chi Lan (Vietnamese, 15th Century)
The fragrance gone from the ten-foot lotus
by the Heavenly Well.
DPF / Daio
For startled monkeys, from Selected Translations, by WS Merwin.
from I have had a companion on the road / by Daio (1235-1308)(translated 1977, from the French version by Masumi Shibata)
by nature the mountains are green
by nature the water is clear
midnight has passed
this nature is not known
DPF / Carver
For great storytellers, from The Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Wine / by Raymond Carver (1938-1988)
Alexander, who later
on the campaign trail into Persia, carried a copy of
The Iliad in a velvet-lined box, he loved that book so
much.
DPF / Ponge
For elegance, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from The Frog / by Francis Ponge (1899-1988)
When little matchsticks of rain bounce off drenched fields, an amphibian dwarf, a maimed Ophelia, barely the size of a fist, sometimes hops under the poet’s feet and flings herself into the next pond.
DPF / Gallup
For sci-fi poetry, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.
from Backing into the Future / by Dick Gallup
It’s like the doors
Suddenly fret open & I am deep underground
With Ted Berrigan and we both have an intense
Distrust of the future we are looking forward to
DPF / Ai
For men and women, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.
from Back in the World / by Ai
I begin to paint, first a black background,
then starting from the left side,
a white line, beside a red line
beside a white, beside a red,
each one getting smaller and smaller,
until they disappear off the edge of the canvas.
DPF / Alexie
For the eagles and ravens, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.
from The Exaggeration of Despair / by Sherman Alexie
and this is my father, whose mother died of tuberculosis
not long after he was born, and so my father must hear coughing ghosts
DPF / Ammons
For the galaxies, from The Best America Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.
from Strip / by A.R. Ammons
how am I sagely to depart from
all being (universe and all — by
that I mean material and immaterial
stuff) without calling out
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