For saltimbanques, from The Poetry of Surrealism, edited by Michael Benedikt.
from Phantom of the Clouds / by Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918) translated by Michael Benedikt
A tiny spirit without the least human burden
Everybody thought
And this music of shapes and forms
Drowned out that of the mechanical organ
Ground out by the man with his face covered with his own ancestors
For spring, from India and from The Penguin Book of Women Poets, edited by Carol Cosman, Joan Keefe, and Kathleen Weaver.
from What She Said / by Okkur Macatti (1st-3rd Centuries AD)
In jasmine country, it is evening
for the hovering bees,
but look, he hasn’t come back.
For something brighter than this day, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Song of the Sky Loom / a Tewa Song, translated by Herbert Joseph Spinden
We bring you the gifts that you love.
Then weave for us a garment of brightness
For prayer, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from A Prayer That Will Be Answered / by Anna Kamienska, translated by Stanislaw Barack and Clare Cavanagh
Let me walk through silence
and leave nothing behind not even fear
For snow and San Francisco, from Poetry Foundation. The whole poem is here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/249750
from A Franc Sonic (or, A Frank Sonic) / by Laura Moriarty
For all the football hysteria that one can pack into the last weekend of the season, and for all the imaginative headlines headed our way Monday morning, from Poetry Foundation.
from Hysteria / by Dionisio D. Martinez b. 1956
For flags and seeds, from The Best American Poetry, 2014, Guest Editor, Terrance Hayes, and Senior Editor, David Lehman.
from Sowing / by Eleanor Wilner
I knew a man by such a name, though didn’t know
Until you told me so, that a turnip seed is tiny
No Heaney yet? After I typed out the post, below, I flipped back to read the bio in The Spirit Level, and saw a note to myself that said I finished reading the book 7.1.96, and then a little postcard from myself fell out with my favorite poem from the book written on it, “‘Postscript,’ page 82.”
from Postscript / by Seamus Heaney
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
Borrowed from Leonard Durso’s blog. Thank you! And, for my friends in the Antelope Valley. http://leonarddurso.com/2014/03/16/fear-by-ahmet-hamdi-tanpinar/
from Fear / by Ahmet Hamdi Tanpinar trans. by Talat S. Halman
And deathlessness along my lovely swoop
Now bites the thirsty antelope of time.
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
from The Disasters / by Sabrina Orah Mark
“What are you doing in there, my little shipwreck?” “Commodifying my disasters,” said Beatrice. “That’s nice,” said Walter B. “Will you need some batteries?” “No,” said Beatrice. “Better save the batteries for the children.”
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