For memory and May, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from A world is coming up on the screen / by Michael Palmer
My cat has twelve toes, like poets in Boston.
DPF / Song
For mothers and children, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172141
from Waterwings / by Cathy Song, b. 1955
His imprint on the water
has but a brief lifespan,
the flicker of a dragonfly’s delicate wing.
DPF / Seuss
For another Seuss, from Poem-A-Day yesterday, The Academy of American Poets. Good to have Plath visit via her magical braid.
from Self-Portrait with Sylvia Plath’s Braid / by Diane Seuss
Some women make a pilgrimage to visit it
in the Indiana library charged to keep it safe.
DPF / Anania
For the day and its remembrances, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178467
from Memorial Day / by Michael Anania, b. 1939
fingers cramped red at the knuckles, discolored
nails, fresh soil for new plants, old rosaries
DPF / Padgett
For times of trouble and despondency, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from Light as Air / by Ron Padgett, b. 1942
I see the light on everything, trees, hills, and clouds, and I do not see the trees, hills, and clouds.
DPF / Brainard
For brevity, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from History / by Joe Brainard (1942-1994)
almost every day is the anniversary of
DPF / Hass
For stranger than fiction, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from Tall Windows / by Robert Hass, b. 1941
In Leiden, on the street outside the university, the house where Descartes lived was mirrored in the canal.
DPF / Bidart
For desolating landscapes, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from Borges and I / by Frank Bidart, b.1939
We fill pre-existing forms and when we fill them we change them and are changed.
DPF / Atwood
For screech owls, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from Women’s Novels / by Margaret Atwood, b. 1939
She had the startled eyes of a wild bird. This is the kind of sentence I go mad for.
DPF / Edson
For steering the right direction, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from The Pilot / by Russell Edson, b.1935
He thinks he can use the back of a chair as a ship’s wheel to pilot this room through the night.
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