For poetry, from The Apple That Astonished Paris.
from Introduction to Poetry / by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
Poetry
DPF / Oppen
For Day 2 of National Poetry Month, from poetryfoundation.org. Will be looking for poems about poetry this month.
from Five Poems about Poetry / by George Oppen
It may rescue us
As only the true
As only the true
Might rescue us, gathered
In the smallest corners
DPF / Lowell
For one of two for the first day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Lilacs / by Amy Lowell
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England.
DPF / Lowell
For the day before the cruelest month and National-Poetry-Month Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Spring Day / by Amy Lowell
The sky is blue and high. A crow flaps by the window, and there is a whiff of tulips and narcissus in the air.
DPF / Tate
For lifting spirits, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.
from Behind the Milk Bottle / by James Tate
As for pillagers, think twice:
behind the milk bottle another milk bottle
and a nest of unruly ribbons
and a ghost who barks at airplanes.
DPF / Collins
For something to make anyone smile, from The Trouble with Poetry.
from The Introduction / by Billy Collins
Wagga Wagga is in New South Wales.
Rhyolite is that soft volcanic rock.
What else?
Yes, meranti is a type of timber, in tropical Asia I think,
and Rahway is just Rahway, New Jersey.
The rest of the poem should be clear.
I’ll just read it and let it speak for itself.
DPF / Berryman
Because he always brightens my day no matter how dark, this one’s for and from Berryman, from The Dream Songs.
from Dream Song #112 / by John Berryman
for every word she utters everywhere
shows her good soul, as true as a healed bone,–
being part of what I meant to say.
DPF / Yeats
For the day and the centennial of the poem’s title event, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Easter, 1916 / by William Butler Yeats
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
DPF / Tennyson
For a funeral day, from poetryfoundation.org.
from The Lady of Shalott / by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
DPF / Salter
For home, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Home Movies: A Sort of Ode / by Mary Jo Salter
Here
she’s happy, teaching us to dye
the Easter eggs in it, a Grecian
urn of sorts near which—a foster
child of silence and slow time
myself—I smile because she does
and patiently await my turn.
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