DPF / Hawley

Yes, mountains remind me of Psyche, and Psyche of sorrow, and, sorrow of Beatrice.

from Psyche / by Beatrice Hawley

Now, the mountain is hushed.
The men steal away, eyes down. Night falls.
Psyche remembers her dolls, the pots she took
to play at house. This is where it leads.

DPF / Akhmatova

Dreams, war.

from Poem Without a Hero / by Anna Akhmatova

But a dream — is also something real,
Soft embalmer, Blue Bird,
The parapets and terraces of Elsinore.

DPF / Hugo

War, dreams, home.

from In Your War Dream / by Richard Hugo

You ask, “Why must I do this again?” A man
replies, “Home.” You fly over one country
after another. The nations are bright, like a map.

DPF / Hughes

Fathers and sons (written on the back of one of his father’s letters) and rivers.

from The Negro Speaks of Rivers / by Langston Hughes

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

DPF / Wright

Fathers and sons.

from Youth / by James Wright

I know his ghost will drift home
To the Ohio River, and sit down, alone,
Whittling a root.

DPF / Ryan

Mothers and daughters and a prayer.

from Things Shouldn’t Be So Hard / by Kay Ryan

The passage
of a life should show;
it should abrade.

DPF / Tufariello

Mothers and daughters.

from Twenty Weeks / by Catherine Tufariello

In every weather,
Wisdom and grace guard you together
And shelter you from harm and storm,
Who now lie heedless, dreamless, warm,
Curled in your dark honeycomb
Asleep, exactly halfway home.

DPF / Wilbur

Fathers and daughters.

from The Writer / by Richard Wilbur

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished you before, but harder.

DPF / Logan

Mothers and sons. And, ongoing mentor, friend, teaching us, one by one, to dive into the wreck and to grasp something worth bringing to light.

from The Farm / by William Logan

The kerosene lamp had gone out.
There was a ragged Bible in this dream,
open to Isaiah.

DPF / Bishop

Dreams, automated objective correlatives.

from The Man-Moth / by Elizabeth Bishop

Each night he must
be carried through artificial tunnels and dream recurrent dreams.