For halls below hills, from Fairytale Review: The Mauve Issue.
from British Museum, Neolithic Deer Antler Headdress / by Majda Gama
Here is age, dim word, the warp of it
In a glass case of remains from a time
Of flint and bone
DPF / Browning
For everlasting watch and moveless woe, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Grief / by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet.
If it could weep, it could arise and go.
DPF / Housman
For seventy springs, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Loveliest of Trees / by A.E. Housman (1859-1936)
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room
DPF / Akhmadulina
For trees in snow, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Silence / by Bella Akhmadulina, b. 1937, translated by Daniel Halpern
And the birds of my throat are dead,
Their gardens turning into dictionaries.
DPF / Brodsky
For flying, from poetryfoundation.org. The rest is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/249964#about
from The Hawk’s Cry in Autumn / by Joseph Brodsky (1940-1996)
Wind from the northwestern quarter is lifting him high above
the dove-gray, crimson, umber, brown
Connecticut Valley.
DPF / Moses
For magic, from wherever it falls or rises. This one’s from Taos Journal of International Poetry & Art, Issue 6.
from Essay on the Problem of Sky Woman / by Daniel Moses
It’s now clear that our options are two. Who
Was she? The woman who jumped or the one
Who got pushed?
DPF / Untermeyer
For gold of the kind that grows on trees and stems, from poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177244
from Feuerzauber / by Louis Untermeyer (1885-1977)
Such golden fires, such yellow—lo, how good
This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God!
DPF / May
For May and birds, from poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/247156
from There Are Birds Here / by Jamaal May, b. 1982
so many birds here
is what I was trying to say
when they said those birds were metaphors
for what is trapped
between buildings
DPF / Nesbitt
For mothers and lunchbox notes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Lunchbox Love Note / by Kenn Nesbitt
The outside says,
“Will you be mine?”
and, “Will you be
my valentine?”
DPF / Jewett
For Mother’s Day eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from To a Child / by Sophie Jewett (1861–1909)
I was a dreaming forest tree,
You were a wild, sweet bird
Who sheltered at the heart of me
Because the north wind stirred;
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