DPF / Woodson

For parents, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Parents Poem / by Jacqueline Woodson

I can still feel their voices and hugs and laughing.
Sometimes.
Sometimes I can hear my daddy
calling my name.
Lonnie sometimes.
And sometimes Locomotion
come on over here a minute.
I want to show you something.

 

DPF / Yeats

For St. Patrick’s Day and passing moments, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Wild Swans at Coole / by William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

DPF / Jewett

For our mother’s first day in Heaven today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from To a Child / by Sophie Jewett (1861-1909)

To-night the self-same songs are sung
   The first green forest heard;
My heart and the gray world grow young—
   To shelter you, my bird.

DPF / O’Rourke

For parents, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Night Where You No Longer Live / by Meghan O’Rourke

Do you intend to come back

 

Do you hear the world’s keening

 

Will you stay the night

DPF / Clifton

For mothers and yesterdays, from poetryfoundation.org.

from oh antic God / by Lucille Clifton

oh antic God
return to me
my mother in her thirties
leaned across the front porch

DPF / Wave Books Poetry Bus Tour

For a happy birthday to my sister today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Journal, Day 46 / by Wave Books Poetry Bus Tour

Truth is, I’m in LA today, at a 2-day conference for experimental poetry called Impunities.

DPF / Tracy

For giraffes and rain, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Rain at the Zoo / by Kristen Tracy

Zebras zipped across the field.
It was springtime in Michigan.  I watched
the giraffe shuffle itself backwards, toward
the herd, its bone- and rust-colored fur beading
with water.  The entire mix of animals stood
away from the trees.

DPF / Glück

For the Friday that happens early Saturday morning, from Poems 1962-2012.

from Japonica / by Louise Glück

The rain had stopped. Sunlight
motioned through the leaves.

DPF / Picasso

For whirlwinds and bonfires, from The Burial of the Count of Orgaz & Other Poems, by Pablo Picasso.

from 5 July 1937 / by Pablo Picasso

livid festoon stars on the sleeve lilacs of her corsage homage of the almond green sigh of courage

DPF / Ryan

For color and light, from The Best of It.

from Every Painting by Chagall / by Kay Ryan

every air fish, smudged Russian,
red horse, yellow chicken, assumes
its position not actually beside
but in some friendly distribution