For flotsam, from Poetry, December 2014. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/tom-clark#poet
from Blown Away / by Tom Clark b. 1941
ephemeral as tinkerbell
unmoored yet not unmoved
DPF / Manhire
For Ireland, Portugal and Hungary, from Poetry, December 2014.
from Surveillance Notes / by Bill Manhire
In Sweden, they whispered all winter,
counting the frozen minutes.
DPF / Gavin
For languages, from Poetry, December 2014. The whole poem can be found at:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/249110
from Strindberg Gray / by Knar Gavin
Excess was for days when my mother sat turning grape leaves
with three sets of pockets: Turkish, English, & Armenian, plus lemon to dry it all out.
DPF / Xu
For seasons, from Poetry, December 2014. The poem will be up on poetryfoundation.org when the December issue posts.
from The Forecast / by Wendy Xu b. 1987
little shimmer, little wilt startled
from out the arranging field
DPF / Strand
So sad to see that Mark Strand died yesterday. Thankful he lived through this last Thanksgiving. Love this one from his book, The Weather of Words. Here’s a small part of it.
from Narrative Poetry / by Mark Strand
I wanted to remind them that the narrative poem takes the place of an absent narrative and is always absorbing the other’s absence so it can be named, and, at the same time, relinquishing its own presence to the awful solitudes of forgetfulness.
DPF / Mikhail
For Sumerians, from Poetry, December 2014.
from My Grandmother’s Grave / by Dunya Mikhail
its codes crumbs of songs
leftover for the birds
DPF / Young
For Ms. Stein, from The Academy of American Poets.
from Do What Now / by Mike Young
We are things embarrassing, strange, and hang around
feeling everything things
DPF / Sutzkever
For cranberry bogs south of Boston, through which William rode on a train as a child. Without cranberry bogs, no cranberries to mingle memory and present moment. From Poetry, November 2014, The Translation Issue. What is more in translation than memory?
from The Blade of Grass from Ponar / by Abraham Sutzkever (1913-2010), t
This blade of grass is now my world, my miniature home,
where children play the fiddle in a line on fire.
DPF / Bennett
For Thanksgiving Eve, from children’s poet, Rowena Bastin Bennett at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176451#poem.
from Thanksgiving Magic / by Rowena Bastin Bennett b. 1896
Thanksgiving Day I like to see
Our cook perform her witchery
DPF / di Prima
For the 60’s, from American Poets, Fall-Winter 2014.
from City Lights 1961 / by Diane di Prima b. 1934
How many late nights did we haunt the Store
buying scads of new poems from all corners of the earth
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