For giraffes and rain, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Rain at the Zoo / by Kristen Tracy
Zebras zipped across the field.
It was springtime in Michigan. I watched
the giraffe shuffle itself backwards, toward
the herd, its bone- and rust-colored fur beading
with water. The entire mix of animals stood
away from the trees.
For the Friday that happens early Saturday morning, from Poems 1962-2012.
from Japonica / by Louise Glück
The rain had stopped. Sunlight
motioned through the leaves.
For whirlwinds and bonfires, from The Burial of the Count of Orgaz & Other Poems, by Pablo Picasso.
from 5 July 1937 / by Pablo Picasso
livid festoon stars on the sleeve lilacs of her corsage homage of the almond green sigh of courage
For color and light, from The Best of It.
from Every Painting by Chagall / by Kay Ryan
every air fish, smudged Russian,
red horse, yellow chicken, assumes
its position not actually beside
but in some friendly distribution
For the tenth muse and the eleventh, from The Tempest (1610-1611).
from The Tempest / by William Shakespeare
PROSPERO
…Dearest Ariel,
I’ll set thee free for this.
For wisdom, from The House on Marshland (1971).
from The Magi / by Louise Glück
Toward world’s end, through the bare
beginnings of winter, they are traveling again
For flocks of angels, from Soul in Space, by Noelle Kocot.
from This is Your Life / by Noelle Kocot
Then, just like that, a devoted silence
Dissolved into the night like a flock of angels.
What more could I have wanted?
For a change of scenery, perhaps a spring track meet in the rain in a distant city, from Four Quartets.
from East Coker: III / by T. S. Eliot
As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on
darkness,
And we know that the hills and trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing façade are all being rolled away —
For delay, from The Best of It.
from Grazing Horses / by Kay Ryan
Sometimes the
green pasture
of the mind
tilts abruptly.
For one of the dearest, from 77 Dream Songs.
from Dream Song #30 / by John Berryman
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