DPF / Eberhart

I met Richard Eberhart in a poetry workshop which he led for a day at UF, in 1987 or 1988. He very kindly passed Emily Dickinson’s handshake to me: from her hand to an intervening hand to his hand to mine. This one’s from The Voice That is Great Within Us, an anthology from 1970, edited by Hayden Carruth.

from Flux / by Richard Eberhart (1904–2005)

The fogs are as unpredictable as the winds.
The next generation comes surely on  

DPF / Sandburg

I think I will go with weather this week. Feeling likes it’s going to be a really tempestuous one here, as it is the final week of the elementary year. And, since my brain is feeling foggy in advance of the maelstrom, here’s a favorite fog poem.

from Fog / by Carl Sandburg b. 1878

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

DPF / Moore

More on silence. Or, “Moore” on silence. No Marianne Moore yet?! Fathers and daughters: here’s a quote from her father, below. More/Moore here:

from Silence / by Marianne Moore b. 1887

“The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint.”

DPF / Williams

Stevens reminds me of Williams. Both had extensive responsibilities in the real world, and both, maybe because of those responsibilities, grew very colorful inner sanctums.

from Pictures from Brueghel: The Hunters in the Snow / by William Carlos Willams

a winter-struck bush for his
foreground to
complete the picture