For the tenth muse and the eleventh, from The Tempest (1610-1611).
from The Tempest / by William Shakespeare
PROSPERO
…Dearest Ariel,
I’ll set thee free for this.
DPF / Glück
For wisdom, from The House on Marshland (1971).
from The Magi / by Louise Glück
Toward world’s end, through the bare
beginnings of winter, they are traveling again
DPF / Kocot
For flocks of angels, from Soul in Space, by Noelle Kocot.
from This is Your Life / by Noelle Kocot
Then, just like that, a devoted silence
Dissolved into the night like a flock of angels.
What more could I have wanted?
DPF / Eliot
For a change of scenery, perhaps a spring track meet in the rain in a distant city, from Four Quartets.
from East Coker: III / by T. S. Eliot
As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on
darkness,
And we know that the hills and trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing façade are all being rolled away —
DPF / Ryan
For delay, from The Best of It.
from Grazing Horses / by Kay Ryan
Sometimes the
green pasture
of the mind
tilts abruptly.
DPF / Berryman
For one of the dearest, from 77 Dream Songs.
from Dream Song #30 / by John Berryman
& I took up a pencil;
like this I’m longing with
DPF / Mackey
For ghosts I have known, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Ghost of a Trance / by Nathaniel Mackey
It was a ghost of a trance. I was a
guest of the trance. What went on we
blamed on the ghost…
DPF / Wright
For rivers and CAPT S., from poetryfoundation.org.
from Somewhere between here and Belen / by Jay Wright
Think now of the intimate authority of La Candelaria,
the Sunday morning concert,
the walk through the abandoned streets,
where all was an occasion of Bogotá,
a memory of Mazatlán
DPF / Cummings
For the tiniest things, like this one last tiny extra day of February, from Poetry, February 1961.
from 2 little whos / by E. E. Cummings
(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)
DPF / Rossetti
For birthdays and for my birthday today, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A Birthday / by Christina Rossetti
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys
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