For a field of burning stars, from The American Poetry Review, July/August 2015.
from Mass / by R.A. Villanueva
her son colors in a book of
heralds and dragons, traces his palm.
Now: the Magnificat. Now: I am
21st-Century Poetry
DPF / Ford
For those who have no listeners: may they find one to begin. From Poetry, July/August 2015.
from Too Much / by Tyler Ford
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.
DPF / Carbo
For superstition, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/249760
from Mal Agueros / by Nick Carbo, b. 1964
If you come to Mojacar
and see a scorpion scurry by your feet,
note the direction it ran to, north, south,
east, or west. You must avoid going there
or risk the sting of losing a loved one.
DPF / Lazard
For a nod to Kafka, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Ordinance on Arrival / by Naomi Lazard, b. 1936
These things have always been
in short supply; now
they are impossible to obtain.
DPF / Haines
For intimate moments in the landscape’s immense spaces, a fitting metaphor for how a poem sits in the mind, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from The Train Stops at Healy Fork / by John Haines (1924-2011)
We saw the scattered iron
and timber of the campsite,
the coal seam
in the river bluff,
the twilight green of the icefall.
DPF / Szymborska
For sisters and for mine who makes the world luminous, from a woman who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1996, and from A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz. A funny one in admiration and in awe of those not fully obsessed with the making of poems while equally in admiration of those who are.
from In Praise of My Sister / by Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012), translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire
Under my sister’s roof I feel safe
DPF / Howard
For museums, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Disclaimers / by Richard Howard, b. 1929
Ensconced in the Upper Rotunda alongside a fossil musk-ox, the giant Tyrannosaurus
DPF / Fernandes
For the city I haunted for about 14 years, from Poem-A-Day today on Poets.org. My sister and her family still live there and head back home today; they retreat to the sea each night. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/jungle
from The Jungle / by Megan Fernandes
In midsummer, in Los Angeles,
the night is fractured
with mountains, grilling ink
into the blue thaw.
DPF / Addonizio
For fathers, from Poetry Foundation.
from In Dreams / by Kim Addonizio
He’s not in the crooked houses I wander through
or in the field by the highway
where I’m running
DPF / Kaiser
For speeding trains, from Falling into Velásquez, by Mary Kaiser.
from The Illusionist / by Mary Kaiser
brilliance like neon
spray paint blurting
through the window
of a speeding train
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