For the 60’s, from American Poets, Fall-Winter 2014.
from City Lights 1961 / by Diane di Prima b. 1934
How many late nights did we haunt the Store
buying scads of new poems from all corners of the earth
For the 60’s, from American Poets, Fall-Winter 2014.
from City Lights 1961 / by Diane di Prima b. 1934
How many late nights did we haunt the Store
buying scads of new poems from all corners of the earth
A prayer, from Poem A Day, Vol. 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Song of the Sky Loom / a Tewa Song, translated by Herbert Joseph Spinders
Then weave for us a garment of brightness;
May the warp be the white light of morning
For anyone’s version of Paradise, this one from Jamaica via New York, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from The Tropics in New York / by Claude McKay (1889-1948)
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears
For flowers, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck. It’s very hard for a Plath devotee to post a poem translated by poor Assia Gutmann, the woman claimed in the same historical vortex.
from My Mother Once Told Me / by Yehuda Amichai (1924-2000), translated by Assia Gutmann
My mother once told me
Not to sleep with flowers in the room.
Since then I have not slept with flowers.
For the sea, from A Book of Luminous Things: 20than international anthology of poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from The Sea and The Man / by Anna Swir (1909-1984), translated from the Polish by Leonard Nathan and Czeslaw Milosz
You will not tame this sea
either by humility or rapture.
For crowns and scrolls, from A Book of Luminous Things: an international anthology of poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Waiting for the Barbarians / by Constantine Cavafy (1863-1933)
Why are they carrying elegant canes
beautifully worked in silver and gold?
For bees, from A Book of Luminous Things.
from Honey / by Robert Morgan b. 1944
a sealed relic of sun and time
and roots of many acres fixed
One last one for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden, edited by Jennifer Cole Judd and Laura Wyncoop.
from Winking Wot Warning / by Debra Leith
The Wots I’ve seen are three feet high,
With pointed feet turned toward the sky.
For falling leaves, from A Book of Luminous Things, An International Anthology of Poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Signature of All Things / by Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982)
On the mirrored sky and forest
For a while
For autumn, from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom.
from The Seasons: In Memory of John Cage / by David Shapiro b. 1947
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