For the beautiful stuff that fell from the sky this past week, from Cold Pluto.
from Rain Effect / by Mary Ruefle, b. 1952
For love, acceptance, obsessions, and what to take to forever, from West Branch Wired. The whole grand unbelievable believableness of it is here:
http://www.bucknell.edu/west-branch-wired/sabrina-orah-mark.html
from If You Need Me, MOTHER is the Poem Where I’ll Be / by Sabrina Orah Mark
I ask my MOTHER what useless thing she would take with her if she was to go away forever. She wants to know, what do I mean by “useless?” “Like a photograph?” she asks. And then she begins to worry: “What about the necessary things will they have the necessary things where I’m going?” “Forget it,” I say. “This is all too much,” she says. “Plus I think the stock market is crashing.”
For dreams and more dreams, from Poems New and Selected, by James Laughlin.
from In the God’s Dreams / by James Laughlin (1914–1997)
For the man and the day, from Citizen, by Claudia Rankine. A book for anyone who’s ever felt unseen or mis-seen. This poem can also be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/247344#poem
from Citizen: “You are in the dark, in the car….” / by Claudia Rankine, b. 1963
You think maybe this is an experiment and you are being tested or retroactively insulted or you have done something that communicates this is an okay conversation to be having.
For a day of birthdays, from poetryfoundation.org.
from How to Spend a Birthday / by Lee Herrick
A rose and a valentine for Snape, one who we dearly love(d). From poetryfoundation.org.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180958
from A Rose / by Jean Valentine
For C.D. Wright and Forrest Gander. Very sad to hear of C.D. Wright’s passing on January 12, yesterday, 2016. Announcement and poem from Copper Canyon Press and Poetryfoundation.org:
https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177347#poem
from Floating Trees / by C.D. Wright (1949-2016)
For one of those days, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Memories Are A House / by Avot Yeshurun (1904-1999), t
For coronals of sugar roses, from The Collected Poems, by Sylvia Plath.
from The Beekeeper’s Daughter / by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
Trumpet-throats open to the beaks of birds.
The Golden Rain Tree drips its powders down.
In these little boudoirs streaked with orange and red
The anthers nod their heads, potent as kings
To father dynasties. The air is rich.
Here is a queenship no mother can contest —
For, finally, the rain on our drought, and the poem it leads me to each time, from poets.org. The rest of the poem may be found here:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelledgladly-beyond
from somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond / by e.e. cummings (1894 – 1962)
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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