For stories and prayers, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Thanksgiving / by Edgar Albert Guest (1881–1959)
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
20th-Century Poetry
DPF / Kizer
For 42 years and a month ago, from poetryfoundation.org.
from October 1973 / by Carolyn Kizer
Last night I dreamed I ran through the streets of New York
Looking for help for you, Nicanor.
DPF / Adnan
For brighter days, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Spring Flowers Own / by Etel Adnan
angels ate lemons
in illuminated churches
there was a blue rug
planted with stars
above our heads
DPF / Forsstrom
For Golden Geese, from The Star by My Head, edited by Malena Morling and Jonas Ellerstrom.
from It is so strange / by Tua Forsstrom
life becomes slow and strong
like Mahler’s Fifth
DPF / Doyle
Another for the day, from Poetryfoundation.org.
from The City’s Oldest Known Survivor of the Great War / by James Doyle
marches in uniform down the traffic stripe
at the center of the street, counts time
to the unseen web that has rearranged
the air around him, his left hand
stiff as a leather strap along his side,
the other saluting right through the decades
DPF / Jarrell
For the day, from Academy of American Poets.
from The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner / by Randall Jarrell (1914-1965)
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
DPF / Lies
For bats in polka dot bathing suits, from my little boy’s library.
from Bats on the Beach / by Brian Lies
Little bats dig their sand caves deep,
as old bats lie in the moon, asleep.
DPF / Samyn
For postcards and rivers, from The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Prose Poetry.
from Wish You Were Here / by Mary Ann Samyn
Then, cranes, three: a dream, a painting, a photograph.
DPF / Hu
For art, from The Rose Metal Field Guide to Prose Poetry.
from Lisboa, 1755 / by Tung-Hui Hu
I was watching Joao Manuel de Lourenco fashion a ring out of some inscrutable alloy
DPF / Tranströmer
For church bells and Wednesdays, from New and Collected Poems, by Tomas Tranströmer.
from November in the Former DDR / by Tomas Tranströmer
November offers caramels of granite.
Unpredictable!
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