For spaceships? from poetryfoundation.org.
from Aliens / by Amy Lowell
The chatter of little people
Breaks on my purpose
Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder.
DPF / Collins
For the season, from Poetry, April 2016.
from “Leaving Behind” / by Martha Collins
outside my window: locust, cloth
of gold on the ground: its yellow
tabs linden hearts sweetgum stars
DPF / Sassoon
For our veterans, the one who lives in this house, the one who lives across the street, the many who live in the everywhere, and for those who run up and down the halls of Heaven looking down and seeking out, through the transparent floors under their feet, the most peaceful scenes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Dreamers / by Siegfried Sassoon
…Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train.
DPF / Ryan
For art, which we are still so lucky to have, whoever wins or loses, still always have, from The Best of It.
from The Narrow Path / by Kay Ryan
But for people who ascend
only by pleasure
there are no holding straps.
DPF / Harris
For a tense election night, from poetryfoundation.org.
from My Mother Goes to Vote / by Judith Harris
I remember, in the classroom converted
into a voting place—
there were two mothers, conversing,
squeezed into the children’s desk chairs.
DPF / Saiser
For the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Thanksgiving for Two / by Marjorie Saiser
We are the feast, plenty of years,
arguments. I’m thinking the whole bundle of it
rolls out like a white tablecloth. We wanted
to be good company for one another.
Little did we know that first picnic
how this would go.
DPF / Hale
For running for time, for speed, for distance, for fun, or for one or any combination of the four, from The American Poetry Review, Nov/Dec 2016.
from Waiting on the Time Machine / by Chasity Hale
I think
running is the closest thing to time travel
that I may ever experience in my lifetime–
somehow, I become younger than I am,
younger than I was.
DPF / Akhmatova
For snow, from Poems of Akhmatova.
from Voronezh / by Anna Akhmatova, translated by Stanley Kunitz
And the town stands locked in ice:
a paperweight of trees, wall, snow.
Gingerly, I tread on glass;
the painted sleighs skid in their tracks.
DPF /Artaud
For “the heights of inwardness,” from The Poetry of Surrealism: An Anthology, edited by Michael Benedikt.
from Address to the Dalai Lama / by Antonin Artaud, translated by Michael Benedikt
I, dust, idea, lips and levitation; dream, cry, renunciation of all fixed ideas, suspended among all forms, and longing for nothing but the wind.
DPF / Ochester
For good and obsessive first lines and for the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Fall / by Ed Ochester
Crows, crows, crows, crows
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