DPF / Angelou

More silence for Ms. Angelou, once silent for years, but now forever not. With all her words scattered near and far and everywhere translated in between, never ever silent forever. And, more here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178944

from Kin / by Maya Angelou b. 1928

I will remember silent walks in
Southern woods and long talks
In low voices

DPF / Rider

And, more silence. And, more here and here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/what-are-consequences-silence
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/bhanu-kapil


from
What are the Consequences of Silence? 53. / by Bhanu Kapil Rider b. 1968

Opening in slow motion: are you okay? Are you okay? Can
you hear me?
(I can’t)

DPF / Fleming

More silence. And, more here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/bone-silence

from Bone & Silence / by Gerald Fleming

…and at last Bone feels entitled to speak to Silence. There are prerequisites: proper depth, aridity, desiccation, ph balance, density, and a kind of confidence.

DPF / McHugh

Silence for this week. Love this one. More here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/what-he-thought

from What He Thought / by Heather McHugh

“What’s poetry?
Is it the fruits and vegetables
and marketplace at Campo dei Fiori

or the statue there?”

DPF / Ras

More dreams. And, more here:

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/book-said-dream-and-i-do

from Book Said Dream and I Do / by Barbara Ras b. 1949

The feathers of the birds made the air soft, softer
than the quiet in a cocoon waiting for wings

DPF / Woloch

Another dream. Today, I dream of my daughter, who woke to thirteen, turned teen overnight.

from Postcard to I. Kaminsky from a Dream at the Edge of the Sea / by Cecilia Woloch

I was leaving a country of rain for a country of apples. I hadn’t much time.

DPF / Hejinian

 

Dreams. Dreams this week, silence next. The theme of “silence,” that is. As in, being silenced; arguably, the opposite of dreams.

from
The Book of a Thousand Eyes [A dream, still clinging like light to the dark, rounding] / by Lyn Hejinian

How many strangers could circle the space while speaking of nostalgia
And of wolves in the hills?

DPF / Field

And, more blue. Irresistible title. Full text here: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/blue-beautiful-amy-story-so-90s

from Blue Is Beautiful Amy but the Story Is So the ‘90s / by Farrah Field

Everyone wanted to see a movie where the woman turns to stone.

DPF / Mullen

More blue(s) from a poet born in Alabama in 1953. It also appears that she is a kindred Bruin! The full text is here again: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/muse-drudge-why-these-blues-come-us.

 

 

from Muse & Drudge (why these blues come from us) / by Haryette Mullen

shadows pieced together tears and all
unfurling sheets of bluish music

DPF / Nordgren

More blue. From Ploughshares, Spring 2014.

from Ghost Lessons / by Sarah Rose Nordgren

… the tender ward

and inner structures bordered
by a bright blue membrane.