For something to cover everything, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Snow on the Desert / by Agha Shahid Ali
‘So when I look at the sky, I see
the past?’
the past?’
‘Yes, Yes,’ he said. ‘especially on a
clear day.’
clear day.’
Poetry
DPF / Tate
For magicians, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.
from Saturdays Are for Bathing Betsy / by James Tate
How each sort of animal and
plant prevents itself from returning to dust
just a little while longer while I transfer some
assets to a region where there are no thinking creatures,
just worshipping ones. They oscillate along like magicians,
deranged seaweed fellows and their gals
DPF / Anonymous
PIA: November 28, 2015.
For wishes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Star light, star bright / by Anonymous
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight
DPF / Xu
PIA: from November 30, 2014.
For seasons, from Poetry, December 2014.
from The Forecast / by Wendy Xu b. 1987
little shimmer, little wilt startled
from out the arranging field
DPF / Tennyson
For a Tennyson kind of day, from Tennyson’s Poems, 1863.
from Sea Dreams. An Idyl. / by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
DPF / Herrick
For honoring whatever you believe in, from a poet who believes in God, for Thanksgiving, from poetryfoundation.org.
from A Thanksgiving to God, for his House / by Robert Herrick (1591–1674)
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell,
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather-proof:
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft, and dry;
Where Thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Me, while I sleep.
DPF / Ridlon
For runners big and small, from The Twentieth Century Children’s Treasury, edited by Jack Prelutsky, and illustrated by Meilo So.
from Running Song / by Marci Ridlon
How the trees are
whizzing by.
Rushing rivers
run forever.
May I can
if I try.
DPF / Hughes
For another rain dance for our empty canals, from Lupercal.
from Crow Hill / by Ted Hughes
The farms are oozing craters in
Sheer sides under the sodden moors:
When it is not wind it is rain
DPF / Plath
PIA: from an October 27.
For the season, from Ariel.
from The Moon and the Yew Tree / by Sylvia Plath
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
DPF / Sassoon
For our veterans, the one who lives in this house, the one who lives across the street, the many who live in the everywhere, and for those who run up and down the halls of Heaven looking down and seeking out, through the transparent floors under their feet, the most peaceful scenes, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Dreamers / by Siegfried Sassoon
…Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train.
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