For rules for everything, from The Trouble with Poetry.
from The Student / by Billy Collins
My poetry instruction book,
which I bought at an outdoor stall along the river,
contains many rules
about what to avoid and what to follow.
Poetry
DPF / Neruda
For things that overflow, like grief sometimes does, from The House in the Sand.
from The Sea / by Pablo Neruda, translated by Dennis Maloney and Clark Zlotchew
The Pacific Ocean was overflowing the borders of the map. There was no place to put it. It was so large, wild and blue that it didn’t fit anywhere. That’s why it was left in front of my window.
DPF / Hughes
For fate or random chance, whichever side you fall on, from Birthday Letters.
from Fulbright Scholars / by Ted Hughes
For some reason I noticed it.
A picture of that year’s intake
Of Fulbright Scholars. Just arriving —
Or arrived. Or some of them.
Were you among them?
DPF / Milne
For my sister’s birthday today, from https://allpoetry.com/A.A.-Milne.
from Us Two / by A.A. Milne
‘I wasn’t afraid,’ said Pooh, said he,
‘I’m never afraid with you.’
DPF / Akhmatova
For one place to look for muses is here, in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova, translated by Juidth Hemschemeyer and edited by Roberta Reeder.
from The White House / by Anna Akhmatova
But someone has carried it off,
Taken it to another town,
Or torn from my memory forever
The road that leads there…
The sound of the bagpipes dies down,
Snow flies, like cherry blossoms…
And it’s obvious nobody knows
That the white house is gone.
DPF / Kenney
For the day, from poetryfoundation.org.
from March / by Richard Kenney
Sky a shook poncho.
Roof wrung. Mind a luna moth
Caught in a banjo.
DPF / Schnackenberg
For the story of Oedipus, from The Throne of Labdacus.
from One: The God Tunes the Strings / by Gjertrud Schnackenberg
Then the god begins tuning the strings
With the squeak of the wooden pegs
Rotating in their holes,
As if he were setting the tragic text
To the music of houseflies.
DPF / Kocot
For finding any way to share one’s own opinion and to communicate, from Phantom Pains of Madness.
from The Stars / by Noelle Kocot
But
The
Only
Thing
I
Can
Do
Is
To
Wave
My
Purple
Scarf
DPF / Zavecz
For sometimes there’s sudden and unexplained light, from Fairy Tale Review: The Mauve Issue.
from Six: A / by Rachel Zavecz
{A} ntlers sprouted her head she was a child starlight caught in their translucent branches
DPF / Goldberg
For those speaking trees, from The Best American Poetry, 2013, Guest Editor Denise Duhamel, Series Editor, David Lehman.
from Henry’s Song / by Beckian Fritz Goldberg
the trees here taller than any trees in your dreams. You’re afraid
if you stay here they might talk
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