For window shines, from Greek Women Poets, translated by Eleni Fourtouni.
from The Homestead / by Melpo Axiote
–What secret
does the sea hold? What answer?
We know nothing
DPF / Ferlinghetti
For Ferris wheels, from Poetry, 2015.
from Beatitudes Visuales Mexicanas / by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In early morning in the great garden of Xalapa, with its terraces and immense jacaranda trees, pines + palms, there are black birds with cries like bells
DPF / Edminster
For silence and stars, from Villanelles, edited by Marie-Elizabeth Mali and Annie Finch.
from Martha and Mary / by John Edminster (b. 1943)
For in the end all waters into one sea pour,
As all stars vanish with the rising sun.
DPF / Chen
For angels and dinosaurs, from Poetry, June 2015.
from I’m not a religious person but / by Chen Chen
The angel sounded like me, early twenties, unpaid interning. Proficient in fetching coffee, sending super vague emails.
DPF / Youn
For Milton, from Poetry, June 2015.
from Blackacre / by Monica Youn
In a dark world, the ‘wide’ is the sudden door that opens on unfurling blackness, the void pooling at the bottom of the unlit stairs.
DPF / Berry
For mermaids and birdcages, from Poetry, June 2015. I’m still trying not to repeat anyone. On the days that I’ve mistakenly repeated a writer (once or twice?) I’ve posted a new poet that same day as well. So many poets in the world. If poetry is dying, so are clouds.
from Freud’s Beautiful Things / by Emily Berry
All the while I kept thinking: her face has such a wild look
…as though she had never existed
DPF / Joyce
For one best known for his novel but very lovely in short stories and poetry as well, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie-Elizabeth Mali.
from Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man / by James Joyce (1882-1941)
Above the flame the smoke of praise
Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
DPF / Wieners
For the “crysalis” and beyond, from Poetry, June 2015.
from A poem for trapped things / by John Wieners
The blue diamonds on your back
are too beautiful
DPF / Starbuck
For yellow forsythia and Sylvia, from Poetry, June 2015.
from Sylvia En Route to Kythera / by Kathryn Starbuck
Sylvia used to trod
through it to see us
too often
DPF / Kirchheimer
For form and the game of chess of it, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie-Eliabeth Mali.
from Experts Say / by Janet R. Kirchheimer, b. 1956
The villanelle is a poet’s nightmare.
And this is my 9th attempt.
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