Another no-rain poem in lieu of a rain dance, from Poetry Magazine, January 2012.
from Dear Drought / by Amy Beeder
Offer your usual posy of goatheads. Proffer
sharp garlands of thistle & Incas’ thin down
21st-Century Poetry
DPF / Marcus
For Navajo myths, from Chicago Review, Volume 23, Number 4 and Volume 24, Number 1 (1972).
from Spell / by Morton Marcus (1936–2009)
she knows we look
for our father
the sun
DPF / Adamshick
For new neighbors, from American Poet, The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Volume 40, Spring 2011.
from Harvard, Illinois / by Carl Adamshick
When someone moved to town,
we went mad wondering what caused it.
DPF / Csoori
For the constellations, from poets.org.
from August Evening / by Sandor Csoori
See, a hand sweeps stars
from the August sky
DPF / Merwin
For the trees, from his book, The Carrier of Ladders (1967). More on Merwin here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/w-s-merwin
from In the Time of the Blossoms / by W.S. Merwin
all over you leaf skeletons
fine as sparrow bones
DPF / Rasmussen
Another rain poem to stand in for a rain dance. We need rain! From his book, Black Aperture (2013).
from Monet as a Verb / by Matt Rasmussen
The raindrop
that splatters
on a blade
of grass is
no more
DPF / Spacks
Any day is a good day for myth making. This one’s from Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama, 3rd Edition, ed. by XJ Kennedy (1983). More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/barry-spacks
from Teaching the Penguins to Fly / by Barry Spacks (1931-2014)
it’s nothing like easy to start them moving;
she’ll leap and flap her arms to teach
the big idea
DPF / Oroño
For poetry. This one’s from Ploughshares, Spring 2014, Vol. 40, No. 1.
http://www.pshares.org/read/author-detail.cfm?intAuthorID=7709
from Elegy for the Road / by Tatiana Oroño, b.1947, trans. by Jesse Lee Kercheval
I ask where the things go that did not arrive at their destination.
DPF / Smith
From the new APR, July/August 2014.
https://www.aprweb.org/
from Samsara / by Charlie Smith b. 1947
a man of Africa,
traveled ages to sit before the #2 Concerto in A Minor. In my dream,
cabbage roses
DPF / Martin
I like this title. What is this world? It is. This one’s from Thrush Poetry Journal: an anthology of the first two years, ed. by Helen Vitoria. Thrush Press is here, and then there’s a brief bio:
http://www.thrushpress.com/
http://www.pw.org/content/mg_martin
from it is / by M.G. Martin
it is inside the return of a sorrow only known on an ocean floor.
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