PIA: from September 30, 2014 .
For maps, from Crab Orchard Review, Summer / Fall 2014.
from Map Making / by John Glowney
Geography is blue mostly. Serene sheet,
azure mirror
Poetry
DPF / Keats
For the first day of autumn, a day on which the high temperature fell twenty-four degrees from Tuesday, in honor of the day, from poetryfoundation.org.
from To Autumn / by John Keats
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease
DPF / Sexton
For fairy tales, wherever they may be found, from Transformations.
from Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) / by Anne Sexton
Consider
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist’s trance,
into a spirit world
speaking with the gift of tongues.
DPF / Eliot
For all the cats our family has known, from The Complete Poems and Plays.
from The Naming of Cats / by T.S. Eliot
The Naming of Cats is a difficulty matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
DPF / Koch
For patience and waiting and pausing, as one season currently (barely) hides the next, from One Train.
from One Train / by Kenneth Koch
One doctor, one ecstasy, one illness, one woman, one man
May hide another. Pause to let the first one pass.
You think, Now it is safe to cross and you are hit by the next one. It can be
important
To have waited at least a moment to see what was already there.
DPF / Tufariello
PIA: from an April 30.
For the last day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from a sweet friend and her book, Keeping My Name.
from Chemist’s Daughter / by Catherine Tufariello
a Milky Way
was whirling on the tip of my fingernail,
ten thousand planets dancing on its pale
half moon
DPF / Hughes
For, “why do I have three hard-cover copies of this book?” I’m not sure, but I think it has something to do with my shared attachment to Plath. This one’s from Birthday Letters.
from Fairy Tale / by Ted Hughes
Forty-nine was your magic number.
Forty-nine this.
Forty-nine that. Forty-eight
Doors in your high palace
DPF / Szymborska
For the moments before, when the world was one kind of world, some different from what it became during and after those moments, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Photograph from September 11 / by Wislawa Szymborska, translated by Clare Cavanagh
The photograph halted them in life,
and now keeps them
above the earth toward the earth.
DPF / Ammons
For going home, from Worldly Hopes. Okay, apologies that I had ALMONDS on my mind.
from I Went Back / by A.R. Ammons
I went back
to my old home
and the furrow
of each year
plowed like
surf
DPF / Berryman
For infectious John, from Delusions, Etc.
from Lauds / by John Berryman
but ha (haha) I’ve bought myself a hat!
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