DPF / Soseki

For mountains and parts of life that appear to be mountains, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.

from Magnificent Peak / by Muso Soseki (1275-1351) translated by W.S. Merwin

From the four directions
        you can look up and see it
            green and steep and wild.

DPF / Haines

For intimate moments in the landscape’s immense spaces, a fitting metaphor for how a poem sits in the mind, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.

from The Train Stops at Healy Fork / by John Haines (1924-2011)

We saw the scattered iron
and timber of the campsite,
the coal seam
in the river bluff,
the twilight green of the icefall.

DPF / Jeffers

Thank you to our 21st-Century guide, Lucas Seastrom, for bringing the skull to light and for capturing the imagination of our children with, not only the secret doors and passages, but with the poetry of the carved word, the painted word, the quoted word, the spoken word (by Jeffers himself) and the printed word read aloud, offered back again, as it once was daily, to this plot’s salt air. 

from Tor House / by Robinson Jeffers

My ghost you needn’t look for; it is probably
Here, but a dark one, deep in the granite, not dancing on wind
With the mad wings and the day moon.

DPF / Kumin

Mothers and daughters. Thank you for all you leave behind for us.  Today, visiting with Mother? And, Anne, who always needed you.

from Where I Live / by Maxine Kumin


landlocked seas I swim in.
I used to pick bouquets

for her, framed them
with leaves. Schmutzige

she said, holding me close
to scrub my streaky face.