DPF / Maj

For fleeting moments, which are all of them, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.

from A Leaf / by Bronislaw Maj, b. 1953, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass

         no one will distinguish it now
as it lies among other leaves, no one saw
what I did.

DPF / Szymborska

For sisters and for mine who makes the world luminous, from a woman who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1996, and from A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz. A funny one in admiration and in awe of those not fully obsessed with the making of poems while equally in admiration of those who are.

from In Praise of My Sister / by Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012), translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire

Under my sister’s roof I feel safe

DPF / Howard

For museums, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.

from Disclaimers / by Richard Howard, b. 1929

Ensconced in the Upper Rotunda alongside a fossil musk-ox, the giant Tyrannosaurus

DPF / Fernandes

For the city I haunted for about 14 years, from Poem-A-Day today on Poets.org. My sister and her family still live there and head back home today; they retreat to the sea each night. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/jungle

from The Jungle / by Megan Fernandes

In midsummer, in Los Angeles,
the night is fractured

with mountains, grilling ink
into the blue thaw.

DPF / Addonizio

For fathers, from Poetry Foundation.

from In Dreams / by Kim Addonizio

He’s not in the crooked houses I wander through   
or in the field by the highway
where I’m running

DPF / Witek

For travel, from Exit Island, by Terri Witek.

from I wake on an island / by Terri Witek

Here is what I was told on the ship:

1. Do your arguing on deck.
2. Thefts are rare.
3. Find out how a windlass works: some day you’ll have to get that anchor up or down.

DPF / Schultz

For Wednesdays, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/241072

from Wednesday, August 02, 2006 / by Susan M. Schulz b. 1958

–Compare and contrast the acquisition of a language to its loss. Avoid the trap of merely saying that the latter happens in reverse order of the former. You are likely to do better if you see them as similar processes, though one leads to gain, the other loss.