For rivers and CAPT S., from poetryfoundation.org.
from Somewhere between here and Belen / by Jay Wright
Think now of the intimate authority of La Candelaria,
the Sunday morning concert,
the walk through the abandoned streets,
where all was an occasion of Bogotá,
a memory of Mazatlán
For James Tate and for his diner, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Jim’s All-Night Diner / by James Tate
imagine you have seen the world,
the very real world,
or a small jade buddha
falling from a red cloud.
For windless nights and limelight, from The Best American Poetry 2015, guest editor Sherman Alexie, series editor David Lehman.
from On the Sadness of Wedding Dresses / by James Galvin
A few lucky wedding dresses
Get worn by daughters — just once more,
then back to the closet.
For piecing life together, from The Best American Poetry 2015, guest editor Sherman Alexie, series editor David Lehman.
from Makeshift / by Catherine Bowman
From two pieces of string and oil-fattened feathers he made a father.
She made a mother from loss buttons and ocean debris.
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 the inevitable, from Poetry, February 2016.
from Cloud Fishing / by Phillis Levin
Take care or you’ll catch yourself,
A fish might say,
As inescapable skeins of shadow
Scatter a net
Over the face of the deep.
For dreams, from Dancing in Odessa, by Ilya Kaminsky.
from Marina Tsvetaeva / by Ilya Kaminsky
She laughs
as a child speaking to herself:
‘soul = pain + everything else.’
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.
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