No Stevens yet? Then, it has to be the one for Sunday.
from Sunday Morning / by Wallace Stevens
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
20th-Century American Poetry
DPF / Ali
Just love this quote. Happy Saturday. Thank you to http://www.poemhunter.com.
from Stationery / by Agha Shahid Ali
The world is full of paper.
Write to me.
DPF / Frost
A happy birthday today to Robert Frost. I did not remember he was born in San Francisco.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-line-storm-song/
from A Line-Storm Song / by Robert Frost
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.
DPF / Seiffert Pryor
From Marjorie Seiffert’s daughter. Mothers and daughters.
from The Price of Peace / by Helen Seiffert Pryor
I have spent it all,
Flung away reticence, remorse, despair,
And the grayness comes creeping in
DPF / Oliver
And, angels remind me of Ohio and rain.
from Rain in Ohio / by Mary Oliver
while the thunderheads whirl up
out of the white west
their dark hooves nicking
the tall trees as they come
DPF / Pinsky
One for Dr. Pinsky. I remember this one from undergrad or graduate school.
from The Want Bone / by Robert Pinsky
The beach scrubbed and etched and pickled it clean.
But O I love you it sings, my little my country
My food my parent my child I want you my own
My flower my fin my life my lightness my O.
DPF / Glück
And, botanicals remind me of gardens, and then gardens remind me of the opposite of gardens like this one about Persephone. Glück was our teacher for one quarter at UCLA.
from A Myth of Devotion / by Louise Glück
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true
DPF / Clampitt
From kingfishers and queens to botanicals, another favorite.
from Botanical Nomenclature / by Amy Clampitt
toggled into a seawall scree,
these tuffets of skyweed
neighbored by a climbing tideline
DPF / Pizarro Harman
Nightmares remind me of Galway Kinnell. Then, nightmares remind me of poetry.
from Daughter Bird Bone Song I / by Michele Pizarro Harman
the scene is cozy
except for the man
running from fire
DPF / Kinnell
Fathers and daughters. More moon. And, another favorite, nightmares.
from Under the Maud Moon / by Galway Kinnell
And then
you shall open
this book, even if it is the book of nightmares.
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