For similes and sometimes feeling minuscule, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Simile at the Side of the Road / by Mark Cox
In photographs of our galaxy
it looks like someone’s just finished
stirring us with a long wooden spoon
Poetry
DPF / Levis
For a Central Valley poet, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Elegy with a Chimneysweep Falling Inside It / by Larry Levis
Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard
Compose the dark, compose
The illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appear
One by one, above the schoolyard.
DPF / Ritsos
For gathering the passing moments, from the September 16th entry of Poem A Day, Volume 2.
from Miniature / by Yannis Ritsos, translated by Edmund Keeley
…with its little yellow wheels of lemon
parked for so many years on a side street with unlit lamps,
then a small song, a little mist, and then nothing?
DPF / Hopkins
For Homecoming day & night, from Poem A Day, Volume 2.
from Ashboughs / by Gerard Manley Hopkins
They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep
The smouldering enormous winter welkin!
DPF / Madrid
For a day late, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Milk One / by Anthony Madrid
He spoke Miaow. He spoke Moo and Gnu and Ha.
He spoke three kinds of Chickenhawk and the thirty dialects of Baa.
DPF / Seuss
For sis, from The Sleep Book.
from The Sleep Book / by Dr. Seuss
Way out in the west, in the town of Mercedd,
The Hinkle-Horn Honking Club just went to bed.
DPF / Dickinson
For 9/11, the September 11th entry, from Poem A Day: Volume 2.
from #280 / by Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading — treading — till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through __
DPF / Brownell
For our many worries over our friends and our friends’ homes in Florida, from Poetry, March 1918.
from The Hurricane / by Baker Brownell
The wind, night, rain,
With huge onwardness,
West, south, east, north, poured itself
Bitterly on the flat earth.
DPF / Ekelöf
For the Swedish poets, from A Star by My Head, poems translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.
from Poetics / by Gunnar Ekelöf
What I have written
is written between the lines
DPF / McGookey
For a poet to whom I sent a fan note about twenty years ago, from Heart in a Jar, her new book.
from Dear Life: A Ten-Specimen Cento / by Kathleen McGookey
Whale bones litter the only sky. Fireflies are strung up and dangle by the glass walls.
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