For requests of all shapes and sizes, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor, David Lehman.
from No Sorry / by Catherine Bowman
Do you have any scissors I could borrow? No, I’m sorry I don’t. What about a knife? You got any knives? A good paring knife would do or a butcher knife or maybe a cleaver? No, sorry all I have is this old bread knife my grandfather used to butter his bread with every morning. Well then, how about
For upstate New York, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.
from Feminine Intuition / by Stephanie Brown
After the picnic
I said, “She reminds me of Little Red Riding Hood.”
My husband said, “Yeah.”
We were doing dishes.
I can’t say some other things, so I say this.
For Turlock, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor, David Lehman.
from Asylum / by Herman Fong
One afternoon, outside their farmhouse,
we sit on crates and smell yams
swelling in the warm earth.
For Berryman, from The Best American Poetry 1997, editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.
from The Death of John Berryman / by William Dickey
He loosened his necktie and the recurrent dream
of walking out under water to the destined island.
His mother went over in pearls; his father went over.
His real father went over, whoever his father was.
For dusk in California, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Zen of Housework / by Al Zolynas
a ceremony of sparrows and bare branches
is setting in Western America.
For dust of all kinds and train travel, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Vacation / by William Stafford (1914-1993)
One scene as I bow to pour her coffee:–
Three Indians in the scouring drouth
huddle at the grave scooped in the gravel,
lean to the wind as our train goes by.
Someone is gone.
For bells in monastery towers, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from An Elegy for Ernest Hemingway / by Thomas Merton (1915-1968)
Now for the first time on the night of your death
your name is mentioned in convents
For Thoreau – like peace, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from My Life by Water / by Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970)
giving
to wild green
arts and letters
For Ferris wheels, from Poetry, 2015.
from Beatitudes Visuales Mexicanas / by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In early morning in the great garden of Xalapa, with its terraces and immense jacaranda trees, pines + palms, there are black birds with cries like bells
For desolating landscapes, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from Borges and I / by Frank Bidart, b.1939
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