For Thoreau – like peace, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from My Life by Water / by Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970)
giving
to wild green
arts and letters
For Thoreau – like peace, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from My Life by Water / by Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970)
giving
to wild green
arts and letters
For chrysanthemums and books, from Poem A Day, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Solitary Living in Early Winter / by Ema Saiko (1787-1862), translated by Hiroaki Saiko
This innermost room, with little to do,
is adequate to commit my plain life to.
For window shines, from Greek Women Poets, translated by Eleni Fourtouni.
from The Homestead / by Melpo Axiote
–What secret
does the sea hold? What answer?
We know nothing
For Ferris wheels, from Poetry, 2015.
from Beatitudes Visuales Mexicanas / by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In early morning in the great garden of Xalapa, with its terraces and immense jacaranda trees, pines + palms, there are black birds with cries like bells
For silence and stars, from Villanelles, edited by Marie-Elizabeth Mali and Annie Finch.
from Martha and Mary / by John Edminster (b. 1943)
For in the end all waters into one sea pour,
As all stars vanish with the rising sun.
For angels and dinosaurs, from Poetry, June 2015.
from I’m not a religious person but / by Chen Chen
The angel sounded like me, early twenties, unpaid interning. Proficient in fetching coffee, sending super vague emails.
For Milton, from Poetry, June 2015.
from Blackacre / by Monica Youn
In a dark world, the ‘wide’ is the sudden door that opens on unfurling blackness, the void pooling at the bottom of the unlit stairs.
For mermaids and birdcages, from Poetry, June 2015. I’m still trying not to repeat anyone. On the days that I’ve mistakenly repeated a writer (once or twice?) I’ve posted a new poet that same day as well. So many poets in the world. If poetry is dying, so are clouds.
from Freud’s Beautiful Things / by Emily Berry
All the while I kept thinking: her face has such a wild look
…as though she had never existed
For one best known for his novel but very lovely in short stories and poetry as well, from Villanelles, edited by Annie Finch and Marie-Elizabeth Mali.
from Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man / by James Joyce (1882-1941)
Above the flame the smoke of praise
Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
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