For both are beautiful: the dirt beneath our feet, and the paintings of the dirt beneath our feet, from Ordinary Words.
from At the Museum, 1938 / by Ruth Stone
Outside, the great elms along the streets in Urbana,
their green arched cathedral canopies; the continuous
singing of birds among their breathing branches.
For dreams and cataloguing the wild, from Dreamtigers.
from Ragnarök / by Jorges Luis Borges, translated by Mildred Boyer and Harold Morland
A voice cried out, ‘Here they come!’ and then, ‘The Gods! The Gods!’ Four of five fellows emerged from the mob and took over the platform of the assembly hall. We all applauded, weeping: these were the Gods, returning after a centuries-long exile.
PIA: from October 30, 2015, with apologies for the day’s delay. Another rain dance headed your way. We had a cloud or two, today, but not a drop.
Among so many unforgettable images and moments, let this one be for the rain. From Citizen, by Claudia Rankine.
from I / by Claudia Rankine
The rain this morning pours from the gutters and everywhere else it is lost in the trees.
PIA: from September 2015.
For rain, rain, rain which hides its face from us, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Cats Will Know / by Cesare Pavese, translated by Geoffrey Brock
Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
Between flowers and sills
the cats will know.
For medieval literature and Irish classics and lines that remind me of the wells and springs of the Kentucky mountains, from Sweeney Astray.
from Sweeney Astray: 40 / by Seamus Heaney
The springs I always liked
were the fountain at Dunmall
and the spring-well on Knocklayde
that tasted pure and cool.
PIA: from September 26, 2014.
For Emily, from The Ms of M y Kin, a book of erasures made fromThe Poems of Emily Dickinson. More by Holmes here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2007/01/journal-day-three-24/?woo
from 1861.7 (217-223) / by Janet Holmes
somebody bring the light
So
PIA: from September 25, 2014.
For moths, from the University of Florida journal,subtropics, Winter/Spring 2011.
from Dear Winged / by Erin Murphy
Cacophony of moths. Fragile
as egg shells.
For another rain dance, from American Poets in the 21st Century, edited by Claudia Rankine & Lisa Sewell. We’ve had .04 inches of rain since May 1, 2016.
from John Keats / by Mark Levine
And we saw thunder
float above us in a spool of cloud.
For Horace and Brutus and Sunday-night thoughts of posterity, from An Explanation of America.
from Part Two: Its Great Emptiness, IV. Filling the Blank / by Robert Pinsky
While for our children we are bound to aspire
Differently: something like a nest or farm;
So that the cycle of different aspirations
Threads through posterity
For the season and a beautiful autumn day at the cross-country meet, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Autumn / by T.E. Hulme
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