For the whisper of possibility, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Fragments 1953 / by Gottfried Benn, translated from the German by Michael Hofmann
those were years when something whispered
20th-Century Poetry
DPF / Strand
PIA: from June 5, 2016.
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 happens or, more precisely, does not happen.
DPF / Wright
PIA: from June 19, 2016.
For Ohio, from a fellow Ohioan, and 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 / Rosenthal
PIA: from August 31, 2014.
For roses in the season of roses, from Chicago Review, Volume 23, Number 4, and Volume 25, Number 1.
from Old Man with Shears Among Roses / by Abby Rosenthal
Roses tumble noiselessly
through air.
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.
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