DPF / Muske-Dukes

Last for weather for now. Our California State Poet Laureate from 2008-2011! Maybe gardens next week. More here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/octave-above-thunder

from An Octave Above Thunder / by Carol Muske-Dukes b. 1945

Here were the words of the Blind Poet–
crumpled like wash for the line, to be
dried, pressed flat.

DPF / Woloch

Another dream. Today, I dream of my daughter, who woke to thirteen, turned teen overnight.

from Postcard to I. Kaminsky from a Dream at the Edge of the Sea / by Cecilia Woloch

I was leaving a country of rain for a country of apples. I hadn’t much time.

DPF / Hejinian

 

Dreams. Dreams this week, silence next. The theme of “silence,” that is. As in, being silenced; arguably, the opposite of dreams.

from
The Book of a Thousand Eyes [A dream, still clinging like light to the dark, rounding] / by Lyn Hejinian

How many strangers could circle the space while speaking of nostalgia
And of wolves in the hills?