More clouds-sky. Love this! From Ploughshares, Spring 2014. More at:
http://www.pshares.org/
from House of Wigs / by Jonathan Wells
The sky was low. His head was a vase of
sorrows he wanted to fill with blossoms.
New York
DPF / Orr
From Gathering the Bones Together, 1975. More at:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/gregory-orr
from From That Moment / by Gregory Orr
From that moment he breathes more carefully,
like a man who has swallowed a cloud.
DPF / Allen
From APR, May/June 2014. How about a wind-sky-cloud theme for the week? More on Allen at:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/dick-allen
from The Zen Master Speaks of Unaccountable Days
It’s true, they went like the wind,
but they also went like the blue sky sometimes does
out over the Atlantic
DPF / Ponsot
from As Is / by Marie Ponsot
The house of my mother is sold with
All its trees and their usual tall music.
DPF / Howe
from Anna Akhmatova / by Fanny Howe
you’d know me as your own.
If only I could call you
mother!
DPF / Hirshfield
from This Was Once a Love Poem / by Jane Hirshfield
Yes, it decides:
Many miniature cacti, in blue and red painted pots.
DPF / Seshadri
Poetry and math, kindred spirits. And, mountains.
from Imaginary Number / by Vijay Seshadri
The mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
is not big and is not small.
is not big and is not small.
DPF / Whitman
Last football game of the season.
from Crossing Brooklyn Ferry / by Walt Whitman
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta! stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!
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