PIA: from May 21, 2106.
For 10K’s on the beach and the hopes that we will fly like fleas, and for Mr. Knox, and Dad, from Fox in Socks.
from Fox in Socks / by Dr. Seuss
Through three cheese trees
three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew,
freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made
these three trees freeze.
PIA: from June 27, 2016.
For those unexpected visitors, forest animals and rhymes when you least expect them, from The Best of It.
from Deer / by Kay Ryan
To lure a single swivel ear,
one tentative twig of a leg,
or a nervous tail here,
is to mark this place
as the emperor’s park,
rife, I say rife, with deer.
PIA: from July 26, 2014.
This one’s from Poetry magazine, May 2012. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/rae-armantrout
from And / by Rae Armantrout b. 1947
the sour grass flower;
the yellow moth.
For Happy 4th of July! From poetryfoundation.org.
from Fireworks, Harborfest / by Luisa A. Igloria
Only when the fireworks burst
above our heads can we forgive
them their pleasure.
PIA: from July 27, 2014.
Any day is a good day for myth making. This one’s from Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama, 3rd Edition, ed. by XJ Kennedy (1983). More here:
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from Teaching the Penguins to Fly / by Barry Spacks (1931-2014)
it’s nothing like easy to start them moving;
she’ll leap and flap her arms to teach
the big idea
PIA July: from July 2, 2014.
More for the flowers. This one’s from The New American Poetry, ed. by Donald M. Allen (1960).
from Salute / by James Schuyler (1923-1991)
to gather one
of each kind of clover,
daisy, paintbrush that
grew in that field
Play-It-Again July: from 1.31.14.
from Sequestered Writing / by Carolyn Forché
What ghost comes to the bedside whispering You?
— With its no one without its I —
For crossings and prose poetry, from The Tunnel. And, for July, an experiment. I’m going to try Play-It-Again July, in which I look through my DPF archives and replay some favorites, daily.
from The Bridge / by Russell Edson
Tomorrow we cross the bridge. I’ll write to you from the other side if I can; if not, look for a sign…
For children who think and think and will say, if someone asks. From Faithful and Virtuous Night.
from Faithful and Virtuous Night / by Louise Glück
Of course, in a certain sense I was not empty-handed:
I had my colored pencils.
In another sense, that is my point:
I had accepted substitutes.
For those unexpected visitors, rhymes when you least expect them, from The Best of It.
from Deer / by Kay Ryan
To lure a single swivel ear,
one tentative twig of a leg,
or a nervous tail here,
is to mark this place
as the emperor’s park,
rife, I say rife, with deer.
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