For talking dogs, from poemhunter.com.
from The Dog Stolz / by August Kleinzahler
looked in my eye and smiled, best as a dog can,
then turned ruminative and spoke once more:
–“I simply have to knock off that essay on Sassoon.”
This would have been Sassoon the war poet, understand.
Dogs cannot write. My mother told me this.
For the man and the day, from Citizen, by Claudia Rankine. A book for anyone who’s ever felt unseen or mis-seen. This poem can also be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/247344#poem
from Citizen: “You are in the dark, in the car….” / by Claudia Rankine, b. 1963
You think maybe this is an experiment and you are being tested or retroactively insulted or you have done something that communicates this is an okay conversation to be having.
For an apt metaphor for drilling to the core of any of us, from The American Poetry Review, January / February 2016, in an article about Moss by Laurence Lieberman. If I have gathered the title incorrectly, please message me for the correction. Obviously, I should buy the book.
from Poem of Self / by Stanley Moss
Putting his back into the drill, as if the tree were marble,
he quickly passed through American history,
knot and counter-knot, to the age of Mozart,
through the Baroque, through Shakespeare grain
For a day of birthdays, from poetryfoundation.org.
from How to Spend a Birthday / by Lee Herrick
For a favorite poem, a favorite poet, and extraordinariness. From the extraordinary book, Tsim Tsum, by extraordinary Sabrina Orah Mark.
from Walter B.’s Extraordinary Cousin Arrives for a Visit / by Sabrina Orah Mark
When Walter B.’s extraordinary cousin arrived for a visit, Beatrice and Walter B. were in the bath reciting scenes from their favorite sentences.
A rose and a valentine for Snape, one who we dearly love(d). From poetryfoundation.org.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180958
from A Rose / by Jean Valentine
For C.D. Wright and Forrest Gander. Very sad to hear of C.D. Wright’s passing on January 12, yesterday, 2016. Announcement and poem from Copper Canyon Press and Poetryfoundation.org:
https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177347#poem
from Floating Trees / by C.D. Wright (1949-2016)
For a favorite poem and interviews, from a fashion and poetry blog:
http://fashionpoetrylalanii.com/search/tate
from The Ice Cream Man / by James Tate
“Do you have much experience climbing tall mountains?” “Absolutely.
I climb them all the time. If I see a tall mountain, I have to
climb it immediately,” I said. “What about swimming long distances
in rough ocean waters, perhaps in a storm?” he said. “I’m like
a fish, you can’t stop me. I just keep going in all kinds of
weather,” I said. “Could you fly a glider at night and land in
a wheat field, possibly under enemy fire?” he said. “Nothing
could come more naturally to me,” I said.
For mothers and sons, from American Poetry Review, January/February 2016.
from Moon Seen Two Days Before Thanksgiving / by Carl Adamshick
My mother is the glass cabinet
with snow falling
For mystery, from a favorite by Mark Strand. This full version was found at npr:
the mysterious-arrival-of-an-unusual-letter
and at The Storialist blog:
http://thestorialist.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-mysterious-arrival-of-unusual.html
from The Mysterious Arrival of an Unusual Letter / by Mark Strand
It had been a long day at the office and a long ride back to the small apartment where I lived. When I got there I flicked on the light and saw on the table an envelope with my name on it. Where was the clock? Where was the calendar?
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