For Work & Fancy who walk along holding hands sometimes, and, like any other couple, sometimes don’t; from The New American Poetry, edited by Donald M. Allen.
from The Instruction Manual / by John Ashbery
As I sit looking out of a window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
For this Labor Day weekend’s College Football season openers, from poetry 180; supporting teams who lost isn’t difficult, UCLA & UF. If you’re a fan, stay loyal.
from Football / by Louis Jenkins
I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back…
I’ve got protection. I’ve got a receiver open downfield…
For the new-school-year days are sort of like a colorful, spinning thing, from Poetry, September 2016.
from Carousel / by Jaya Savige
You were lured in a luminous canoesaid to have once ruled a lunar ocean.
For sometimes when the world turns upside down, it’s a blessing, from Poetry, September 2017.
from Future Memories / by Mario Meléndez, translated from the Spanish by Eloisa Amezcua
My sister woke me very early
that morning and told me
‘Get up, you have to come see this
the ocean’s filled with stars’
For my sister says, it’s even hot in Malibu, from poetryfoundation.org.from At the Sea-Side / by Robert Louis StevensonWhen I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.
For ghosts I love, from Poetry, September 2017.
from The ghost / by Dorothea Lasky
I forgot to mention that the wings were gold and green
And the winds were heavy
They held his body
Afloat in air as if in the ocean
For the rain in Texas, which sometimes falls too little and sometimes falls so much too much, from The Spirit Level.
from The Rain Stick / by Seamus Heaney
Upend the rain stick and what happens next
Is a music that you never would have known
To listen for.
For fathers and paper boats, from The Spirit Level.
from The Flight Path / by Seamus Heaney
A dove rose in my breast
Every time my father’s hands came clean
With a paper boat between them, ark in air,
The lines of it as taut as a pegged tent
For somehow, it’s a Bishop kind of day, the kind of day when seals carry hymns to the ocean floor, from The Collected Poems.
from At the Fishhouses / by Elizabeth Bishop
For the sonnet and its ability to hold a moment, a memory, and a loved one alive forever in its tiny Pensieve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Sonnet 18 / by William Shakespeare
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