For friends as children and spouses as adults, from Poem A Day: Vol 2, the July 12th poem.
from The River Merchant’s Wife: a Letter / by Li Po, translated by Ezra Pound
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played at the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
For musicians in the visual arts play at inaudible decibels, from French Symbolist Poetry.
from Saint / by Stéphane Mallarmé, translated by C. F. MacIntyre
touched by a harp shaped
by the Angel in evening flight
for the delicate finger-tip
that, without the old santal
or the old book, she balances
on the plumage instrumental,
musician of silence.
For Stein’s meditation on female poets, from No More Masks! An Anthology of 20th-Century American Women Poets (1993).
from Patriarchal Poetry / by Gertrude Stein
as Patriarchal poetry is the same as Patriotic poetry is the same
as patriarchal poetry in the same.
Patriarchal poetry is the same….
Let her be to be to be to be let her be to be to be let her to
For Sappho, Mrs. Browning, and Lowell’s meditation on female poets, from No More Masks! An Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Women Poets (1993).
from The Sisters / by Amy Lowell
We are one family. And still my answer
Will not be any one of yours, I see.
Well, never mind that now. Good night! Good night!
For with the 108-degree weather, I’m thinking of holiday trees, from The Complete Poems.
from Chansons Innocentes II / by E. E. Cummings
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
See i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
For if you need some kings, queens and dragons this week, from The Norton Anthology of Literature, Fourth Edition.
from The Faerie Queene / by Edmund Spenser
Under a vele, that wimpled was full low,
And over all a blacke stole she did throw,
As one that inly mournd: so was she sad,
And heavie sat upon her palfrey slow:
Seemed in heart some hidden care she had
For a Happy 4th, if you celebrate it, and for a happy Tuesday, if not, from poetryfoundation.org.
from I Hear America Singing / by Walt Whitman
For the upcoming holiday and weather and kings who wish for control of everything, even the weather, from Bartholmew and the Oobleck.
from Bartholomew and the Oobleck: (Magicians’ Chant) / by Dr. Seuss
‘Oh, snow and rain are not enough!
Oh, we must make some brand-new stuff!
So feed the fire with wet mouse hair,
Burn an onion. Burn a chair.
Burn a whisker from your chin.
And burn a long sour lizard skin….’
For English poetry, from Poetry, May 2017.
from Kaftan / by Lucy Tunstall
My mother has taken me to Paddington station.
We are inside a whale.
For language and poor maidens and the last day of June, since I know how to count these things after all, from Sound the Deep Waters: Women’s Romantic Poetry in the Victorian Age.
from The Mountain Maid / by Dora Sigerson Shorter
Half seated on a mossy crag,
Half crouching in the heather;
I found a little Irish maid,
All in June’s golden weather.
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