Happy Valentine’s Day, 2016, from The Best American Poetry 2015, guest editor, Sherman Alexie, series editor, David Lehman, and originally from Burrow Press Review.
from Cedars of Lebanon / by Sherman Alexie
You knock at the door.
Break several cedar branches
and dust off the snow.
Bring in seven for the bedroom,
seven for the fireplace,
then rest your head on my chest–
even bare
branches can make a kind of summer.
For hearts and chocolates, from The Best American Poetry 2015, Guest Editor Sherman Alexie, Series Editor, David Lehman.
from How You Might Approach a Foal / by Wendy Videlock
like your mother
just this morning
had combed a dream
into your hair,
like you
had never heard
a sermon or
a harsh word
For colors and tapestry, from How to Be Perfect, by Ron Padgett.
from History Lesson / by Ron Padgett
I think that Geoffrey Chaucer did not move
the way a modern person moves.
He moved only an inch at a time, in what
we call stop action.
For worry over the little ones, be they boys, girls, or baby goats, from poetryfoundation.org.
from 300 Goats / by Naomi Shihab Nye
Another frigid night swooping down —
Aren’t you worried about them? I ask my friend,
who lives by herself on the ranch of goats,
far from here near the town of Ozona.
For talking dogs, from poemhunter.com.
from The Dog Stolz / by August Kleinzahler
looked in my eye and smiled, best as a dog can,
then turned ruminative and spoke once more:
–“I simply have to knock off that essay on Sassoon.”
This would have been Sassoon the war poet, understand.
Dogs cannot write. My mother told me this.
For a favorite poem, a favorite poet, and extraordinariness. From the extraordinary book, Tsim Tsum, by extraordinary Sabrina Orah Mark.
from Walter B.’s Extraordinary Cousin Arrives for a Visit / by Sabrina Orah Mark
When Walter B.’s extraordinary cousin arrived for a visit, Beatrice and Walter B. were in the bath reciting scenes from their favorite sentences.
For a favorite poem and interviews, from a fashion and poetry blog:
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from The Ice Cream Man / by James Tate
“Do you have much experience climbing tall mountains?” “Absolutely.
I climb them all the time. If I see a tall mountain, I have to
climb it immediately,” I said. “What about swimming long distances
in rough ocean waters, perhaps in a storm?” he said. “I’m like
a fish, you can’t stop me. I just keep going in all kinds of
weather,” I said. “Could you fly a glider at night and land in
a wheat field, possibly under enemy fire?” he said. “Nothing
could come more naturally to me,” I said.
For mothers and sons, from American Poetry Review, January/February 2016.
from Moon Seen Two Days Before Thanksgiving / by Carl Adamshick
My mother is the glass cabinet
with snow falling
For Barbies and green hills, from poetryfoundation.org.
from beverly, huh. / by Jamila Woods
your parents
must have grown
on trees
For good days, from poetryfoundation.org.
from In November / by Lisel Mueller
But when I wake up, sunlight
has taken over the room.
You have already made the coffee
and the radio brings us music
from a confident age.
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