For hearts and moons, from The FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Latin Poetry.
from White Moon / by León de Greiff, translated by Ilan Stavans
The vague piano notes …
From the forest an arcane aroma …
And a river, resounded …
Poetry
DPF / Field
For driving eight hours today, and looking forward to dreams, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Nests in Elms / by Michael Field
With dream on dream of never-thwarted ease
DPF / Greger
For one of my teacher-mentors from the state with the most beautiful name and from her new book, published today, In Darwin’s Room. A moment of parental carelessness to which some, or many, may relate.
from In Darwin’s Room / by Debora Greger
he wrote out his father’s objections
to a son taking voyage on a ship named for a dog:
Disreputable to my character as a Clergyman hereafter.
A wild scheme.
That they must have offered to many others before me
the place of Naturalist.
DPF / Cole
For elegant birds who may love summer as much as I do, from Middle Earth.
from Swans / by Henri Cole
For above we must have looked like ordinary
tourists feeding winter swans
DPF / Cummings
For if you want poetry that makes you smile, one poet is e. e. cummings, or E.E. Cummings, from Selected Poems, edited by Richard S. Kennedy.
from you shall above all things be glad and young / by E. E. Cummings
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
DPF / Hawley
For our Sylvia, from The Collected Poems.
from Domina: for Sylvia Plath / by Beatrice Hawley
and in our generation
we have lost the trick
of knowing how to feed
those who never die
DPF / Salamun
For summer, when not everything needs to make sense, from There’s the Hand and There’s the Arid Chair.
from Flowers / by Tomaz Salamun
My great-grandmother was able
to make everything except shoes.
We carried bark.
DPF / Bishop
For our town’s seniors, graduating tonight, and suddenly someone may look around and realize maps exist which hold more than we can see from the classroom windows so, go have adventures, but remember to come home, from The Complete Poems: 1927-1979.
from The Map / by Elizabeth Bishop
Are they assigned, or can the countries pick their colors?
–What suits the character or the native waters best.
Topography displays no favorites; North’s as near as West.
More delicate than the historians’ are the map-makers’ colors.
DPF / Zucker
For dreams, from the pedestrians.
from baby hospital dream / by Rachel Zucker
Women are milling about outside a hospital, waiting for their babies to be passed back to them through metal chutes in the brick wall.
DPF / Collins
For a year which doesn’t seem all that long ago, especially when one was born in the 60’s, from The Rain in Portugal.
from 1960 / by Billy Collins
The quieter bass solo just reveals
the people in the club
who have been talking all along,
the same ones you can hear
on some well-known recordings.
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