For collars and chambers, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie – Elizabeth Mali.
from Tonight / by Suzanne Gardinier, b. 1961
tomorrow, the defiant cavalcade.
Someone is writing a sermon tonight.
DPF / Ford
For fall, from poetryfoundation.org.
from In October 1914 (Antwerp) / by Ford Maddox Ford
L’Envoi
And it was for this that they endured this gloom;
This October like November,
That August like a hundred thousand hours,
And that September,
A hundred thousand dragging sunlit days,
And half October like a thousand years. . .
DPF / Kowit
For language, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie – Elizabeth Mali.
from The Grammar Lesson / by Steve Kowit
A noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does.
An adjective is what describes the noun.
In “The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz,”
DPF / Burt
For basketball and yesterdays, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie -Elizabeth Mali.
from For Lindsay Whalen / by Stephen Burt, b. 1971
The shots you make surround you like a breeze.
When someone wins, then someone has to lose.
DPF / Myrddyn
For the drowning books, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Yscolan / by Myrddyn (Welsh, ca. 6th century)
I am Yscolan the seer
my thoughts fly they are covered with clouds.
DPF / Tretheway
For journeys, from The Academy of American Poets at poets.org
from Theories of Time and Space / by Natasha Tretheway
Bring only
what you must carry—tome of memory
its random blank pages. On the dock
where you board the boat for Ship Island,
someone will take your picture:
the photograph—who you were—
will be waiting when you return
DPF / Katz
For the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from October / by Bobbi Katz
October is when jack-o’-lanterns
grin in the darkness
and
strange company crunches
across the rumple of dry leaves
DPF / Haymon
For October, fairytales and brothers, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Witch Has Told You a Story / by Ava Leavell Haymon
He will lean toward the maw
of the oven as it opens
every afternoon, sighing
better and better smells.
DPF / LaFemina
For sparrows, from The Rose Metal Field Guide to Prose Poetry.
from Pancake House Is Made of Pancakes / by Gerry LaFemina
Pancake house is made of pancakes. Treehouse is made of trees. Townhouse is made of towns
DPF / Coolidge
For autumns, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Country Autumns / by Clark Coolidge
Two plates, and on the other side all the
forest pieces. The clock says stay.
The books lower the earth, and in gardens
flat stones spin.
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