DPF / Wieners

For Day 7 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.

from A Poem for Painters / by John Wieners (1934-2002)

Paul Klee scratched for seven years
              on smoked glass, to develop
              his line, LaVigne says, look
at his face! he who has spent
             all night drawing mine.

DPF / Halliday

For Day 6 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Missing Poem / by Mark Halliday

With lightness!
With weight and lightness and, on the hypothetical radio,
that certain song you almost forgot to love.

DPF / Tate

For Day 5 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org.

from City At Night / by James Tate

A seer bobs along, oblivious or beguiled.
I look for my reflection in a window:
Goodnight Joe, Goodnight Joe, Goodnight.

DPF / Justice

For Jean Justice, Dr. Justice’s wife, who died March 30, 2016. Dr. Justice was the Chair on my Masters Thesis Committee at UF. From Collected Poems.

from Poem [“This poem is not addressed to you”] / by Donald Justice

This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.

DPF / Collins

For poetry, from The Apple That Astonished Paris.

from Introduction to Poetry / by Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

DPF / Oppen

For Day 2 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org. Will be looking for poems about poetry this month.

from Five Poems about Poetry / by George Oppen

It may rescue us
As only the true

Might rescue us, gathered
In the smallest corners

DPF / Eliot

For the second of two for the first day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Wasteland / by T.S. Eliot

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

DPF / Lowell

For one of two for the first day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Lilacs / by Amy Lowell

Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England.

DPF / Lowell

For the day before the cruelest month and National-Poetry-Month Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Spring Day / by Amy Lowell

The sky is blue and high. A crow flaps by the window, and there is a whiff of tulips and narcissus in the air.

DPF / Tate

For lifting spirits, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.

from Behind the Milk Bottle / by James Tate

As for pillagers, think twice:
behind the milk bottle another milk bottle
and a nest of unruly ribbons
and a ghost who barks at airplanes.