More flowers. This one’s in American Poets, The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Spring-Summer 2014. And, it’s from his book, The Mercy. More here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/philip-levine
from Northern Motive / by Philip Levine b. 1928
little, delicate white jump-ups that open for
only a few hours, live their lives, turn to dust
before the day ends
I think I will go with weather this week. Feeling likes it’s going to be a really tempestuous one here, as it is the final week of the elementary year. And, since my brain is feeling foggy in advance of the maelstrom, here’s a favorite fog poem.
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/fog
from Fog / by Carl Sandburg b. 1878
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
More silence for Ms. Angelou, once silent for years, but now forever not. With all her words scattered near and far and everywhere translated in between, never ever silent forever. And, more here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178944
from Kin / by Maya Angelou b. 1928
More on silence. Or, “Moore” on silence. No Marianne Moore yet?! Fathers and daughters: here’s a quote from her father, below. More/Moore here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/silence-2
from Silence / by Marianne Moore b. 1887
“The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint.”
Silence for this week. Love this one. More here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/what-he-thought
from What He Thought / by Heather McHugh
“What’s poetry?
Is it the fruits and vegetables
and marketplace at Campo dei Fiori
or the statue there?”
More blue. http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/blue-wood.
from In a Blue Wood / by Richard Levine
The couple in Van Gogh’s blue wood is walking
where there is no path
Maybe a blue theme for the week? Not sure if I can do it, but will try.
from Magpie’s Song / by Gary Snyder
“Here in the mind, brother
Turquoise blue.
From Gathering the Bones Together, 1975. More at:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/gregory-orr
from From That Moment / by Gregory Orr
From that moment he breathes more carefully,
like a man who has swallowed a cloud.
More clouds and sky from a fellow Ohioan. From Beltway Poetry Quarterly, http://washingtonart.com/beltway/plumly.html. More on Plumly at: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/stanley-plumly
from Constable’s Clouds for Keats / by Stanley Plumly
And you write them down in oils because of their
brilliance, and to remember, in its turn, each one.
From APR, May/June 2014. How about a wind-sky-cloud theme for the week? More on Allen at:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/dick-allen
from The Zen Master Speaks of Unaccountable Days
It’s true, they went like the wind,
but they also went like the blue sky sometimes does
out over the Atlantic
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