21st-Century Poetry

DPF / Parra

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All I can really think of is the Shreve High football stadium, but in the interest of continuing to try not to repeat any poets, here’s a magical poem that’s unrelated to Super Bowl Sunday. However, there is a tunnel in this poem, and tunnels will obviously produce athletes at just the right moment today; so, this is why I chose it. This one’s from The FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.

from The Tunnel / by Nicanor Parra, b. 1914 / Chile, translated by Mark Strand

I spent the nights at my work table
Absorbed in practicing automatic writing.

DPF / Hinton

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For Sears and Rembrandts, from The Best American Poetry, 2014.

from No Doubt About It (I Gotta Get Another Hat) / by Le Hinton, b.1952

how does a poet
fall back into the sky

DPF / Clover

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For idly sweeping up, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.

from “An archive of confessions, a genealogy of confessions” / by Joshua Clover, b. 1962

The tribe of mothers calls the tribe of children

Across the bluing evening. It’s the hour things get
To be excellently pointless, like describing the alphabet.

DPF / York

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For bears moving slowly, from The Best American Poetry, 2014. Thank you, Rachel! More on the poet, here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/jake-adam-york.

from Calendar Days / by Jake Adam York (1972-2012)

                   Tomorrow’s
my birthday day in another month, a twelfth
of a reminder of something I can’t remember,
though they say I was there.