For drama of the stage kind, from Poetry, December 2014.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/249118
from Fourth of July 2012 / by Robyn Schiff, b. 1973
I remember
a performance of Antigone. She stooped.
There was a wild particle.
For autumn, from The Best of the Best American Poetry, 1988-1997, edited by Harold Bloom.
from The Seasons: In Memory of John Cage / by David Shapiro b. 1947
Pencils too heavy to be carried
Dictionaries stuck in the ground
Another: woman, American, writing in the 1980’s. This one’s from her book Countries, published in 1980. http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/523
from Van Gogh’s Room / by Anne Waldman
green window
red blanket
blue door
Stevens reminds me of Williams. Both had extensive responsibilities in the real world, and both, maybe because of those responsibilities, grew very colorful inner sanctums.
from Pictures from Brueghel: The Hunters in the Snow / by William Carlos Willams
a winter-struck bush for his
foreground to
complete the picture
Yes, it’s still March. But, poems about writing poems always have a place in my heart.
from May Day / by Phillis Levin
Let it go as it will to the place
It will go without saying: a wall
Against which a body was pressed
For no good reason, other than this.
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