DPF / O’Rourke

For Cordelia, from The Academy of American Poets, Poem-A-Day today. The rest of the poem may be found here today:

from Ever / by Meghan O’Rourke, b. 1976

Even now I can’t grasp “nothing” or “never.”
They’re unholdable, unglobable, no map to nothing.
Never? Never ever again to see you?
An error, I aver. You’re never nothing

DPF / Cullen

For our January fog (which I love) whose job it is to keep the green at bay while inadvertently encouraging it, from The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman.

from To John Keats, Poet at Spring Time / by Countee Cullen (1903-1946)

Somehow I feel your sensitive will
Is pulsing up some tremulous
Sap road of a maple tree, whose leaves
Grow music as they grow

DPF / Conkling

For the winter garden I’m having trouble watering with the drought’s alternate-watering-day/time schedule, from:

from Symphony of a Mexican Garden / by Grace Hazard Conkling (1878–1958)

An unimagined music here exhales
In upcurled petal, dreamy bud half-furled,
And variations of thin vivid leaf