For telephones of the “old-fashioned” kind, the kind with the coiled cord, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Cord / by Leanne O’Sullivan
And these were the elements of my Mother,
the earthed wire, the burning cable,
as if she flowed into the room with
me to somehow say, Stay where I can reach you.
For acting classes and their training in retrieving, building, or creating emotional memory, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Acting / by Suzanne Cleary
this had wrapped one of the babies.
This was found after the water receded.
For color and its collaborative connotations, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Pink Car / by Mark Halliday
The pink car is in my head.
It rolls calmly and calmly.
Across the carpet in 1957 and in my head.
For marriage, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Mrs. Midas / by Carol Ann Duffy
You knew you were getting close. Golden trout
On the grass. One day, a hare hung from a larch
For summer, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor, James Tate, series editor, David Lehman.
from The Sky Drank In / by Gillian Conoley
The sky drank in sparrows making lucid the oaks.
The shadow dropped beneath the stair.
For some palaces are built of words, from The Best American Poetry, 2013, guest edited by Denise Duhamel. Series editor, David Lehman. A little traveling talisman to hover over my flight into a rainy town today.
from A Parable / by Anna Maria Hong
For our wages,
we were pinned with corsages dense with
glossy leaves, which became permanent
appendages.
For falling off bikes, from The Best American Poetry, 2013, guest edited by Denise Duhamel. Series editor, David Lehman.
from The Wrong Question / by Tony Hoagland
but now I find that I have never been all right.
There is something soft and childish at my core
I have not been able to eliminate.
For travels, classic music, and mentors, from The Best American Poetry, 2013, guest edited by Denise Duhamel, series editor David Lehman.
from Western Civilization / by Peter Jay Shippy
At dusk, Li Po
Came down from the foothills, looking
For Keith Moon. Lucas offered regrets
And faux Joe. They discussed The Who.
For mosaics, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/182363
from The Sheep Who Fastened the Sky to the Ground / by Oni Buchanan, b. 1975
I gathered
For Cordelia, from The Academy of American Poets, Poem-A-Day today. The rest of the poem may be found here today:
http://www.poets.org/
from Ever / by Meghan O’Rourke, b. 1976
Even now I can’t grasp “nothing” or “never.”
They’re unholdable, unglobable, no map to nothing.
Never? Never ever again to see you?
An error, I aver. You’re never nothing
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