DPF / Tate

PIA: from June 10, 2016. Missing James Tate this week especially. 

For poetry, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Poem to Some of my Recent Poems / by James Tate

you owe your beauty to your mother, who 
resembled a cyclindrical corned beef 
with all the trimmings

DPF / Simon 

For our 17th Wedding Anniversary today, on the lyric recommendation of my sister.
from America / by Paul Simon
Let us be lovers, 

we’ll marry our fortunes together

DPF / Edson

​PIA: from July 30, 2016.

For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel. 

from The Bridge / by Russell Edson

Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…

DPF / Edson

​PIA: from July 30, 2016.

For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel. 

from The Bridge / by Russell Edson

Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…

DPF / Kinnell

For icicles and ferns, from 3 Books.



from The Poem / by Galway Kinnell

Where are the small poems Li Po folded into boats and pushed out on the river?

DPF / Wright

PIA: in 100 degrees, a little mind of winter.

For the beauty of Chinese poetry, from Negative Blue.

from After Reading Wang Wei, I Go Outside to the Full Moon  / by Charles Wright

Back here, old snow like lace cakes,
Candescent and brittle now and then through the tall grass.

DPF / Dietz

For dreams, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Lullaby / by Maggie Dietz

If I had a ginko tree
I’d climb it in the evening.

If I had a marmoset
He’d climb the tree with me.

DPF / Wright

For Ohio, on a good night for Cleveland and the state, and for fathers on earth and beyond it, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Youth / by James Wright

I know his ghost will drift home 
To the Ohio River, and sit down, alone, 
Whittling a root. 
He will say nothing. 
The waters flow past, older, younger   
Than he is, or I am.

DPF / Tate

For poetry, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Poem to Some of my Recent Poems / by James Tate

you owe your beauty to your mother, who 
resembled a cyclindrical corned beef 
with all the trimmings

DPF / Strand

For wishes, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Minister of Culture Gets His Wish / by Mark Strand

The Minister of Culture goes home after a grueling day at the office. He lies on his bed and tries to think of nothing, but nothing hap-pens or, more precisely, does not happen.