For the most beautiful weather, from Selected Poems.
from Storm, Instantaneous Forever / by Boris Pasternak, translated by Jon Stallworthy and Peter France
The lilac darkened. And the storm
Came bounding in from the meadows
With a sheaf of lightning flashes
For impressionism, from Black Aperture.
from Monet as a Verb / by Matt Rasmussen
The raindrop
that splatters
on a blade
of grass is
no more
worshipped
than the one
For travels and side trips, from Day by Day.
from Ulysses and Circe / by Robert Lowell
What is more uxorious than waking at five
with the sun and three hours free?
For Emily Brontë and things we see through, from Glass, Irony and God.
from The Glass Essay / by Anne Carson
But it has no name.
It is transparent.
Sometimes she calls it Thou.
For the passing moment, from Bells in Winter.
from Encounter / by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by the author and Lillian Vallee
That was long ago. Today, neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
For reindeer, from The Half-Finished Heaven.
from From March ’79 / by Tomas Tranströmer, translated by Robert Bly
I made my way to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
For nature, from Worshipful Company of Fletchers.
from Back to Nature / by James Tate
When you roll over never let your body touch the ground.
For May’s ocean, from Middle Earth.
from Icarus Breathing / by Henri Cole
rain starring the sea, tearing all over me;
our little boat, as in a Hokusai print, nudging closer
to Icarus
For May Day, from Sapphics Against Anger and Other Poems.
from Waiting for the Storm / by Dr. Timothy Steele
And, moment by moment, felt
The sand at my feet grow colder,
The damp air chill and spread.
Then the first raindrops sounded
On the hull above my head.
For Day 30, the the last day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from a dear, ether friend, from her lovely book, Beautifully Whole.
from Red Scales / by Julie Brooks Barbour
Finally she threw him into the pond
behind her house where he sank to the bottom
and waited for her to call.
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