For Marys everywhere. #amazonlink for The Eternal Ones of the Dream: Selected Poems 1990-2010 https://amzn.to/3xYR2sU. from "Negative Employee Situation" / by James Tate The Huntingtons had a live-in maid by the name of Mary. Mary was very religious and prayed a good deal of the time. In fact, as the years went by Mary pretty much ceased working altogether and prayed all of the time. Mrs. Huntington cooked for her and cleaned her room as well as the rest of the house. Mr. Huntington would never rebuke Mary because he believed her prayers benefited the whole household.... {important information for you for the #amazonlink: as an Amazon affiliate, I earn from qualifying purchases}
Surrealism
DPF / Apollinaire
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
DPF / Aragon
For cradles and birds, from The Poetry of Surrealism, An Anthology, edited by Michael Benedikt.
from Once and For All / by Louis Aragon (1897-1982)
What then is love?
–A gold ring around the clouds.
DPF / Ashbery
Oh, no, no Ashbery yet? This is for Ashbery, then, and for gray weather and lamps, from The Poetry of Surrealism, edited by Michael Benedikt.
from Love Again / by John Ashbery, b. 1927
Nights of sleep without waking in a bed that is too deep
DPF / Snyder
Maybe a blue theme for the week? Not sure if I can do it, but will try.
from Magpie’s Song / by Gary Snyder
“Here in the mind, brother
Turquoise blue.
DPF / Harvey
And, Robert Pinsky reminds me of Matthea Harvey because of the 2010 Key West Literary Conference which accommodated them both and gracefully held all the tensions from formal to free and everything in between. And, Key West reminds me of poetry and oceans, and oceans of the want bone, and the want bone of Robert Pinsky and Robert Pinsky of Matthea Harvey. Though, of course, each is his/her own beautiful universe in and of him/herself. And, this one is for the musical Ms. Harvey.
from If Scissors Aren’t the Answer, What’s a Doll to Do? / by Matthea Harvey
The dotted lines go everywhere. Up the ceiling and around the chandelier. Down the basement steps and into the lint tray.
DPF / Dorris
from Snowflake Voodoo / by Kara Dorris
& when the snow speaks, she realizes no one listens
DPF / Pizarro Harman
For Leonora Carrington’s painting. And, mothers and daughters.
from Baby Giant / by Michele Pizarro Harman
For your birth,
a river-rush basket
lined in fleece,
willow walls,
and knots of pillows
stitched in birds.
DPF / Tadic
Dreams, fire, outrage.
from Armful of Twigs, Dream / by Novica Tadic trans. by Charles Simic
Armful of dry twigs
I carry to the fire
through busy streets.
DPF / Tate
Sort of like a GPS, only minutely different.
from Conjuring Roethke / by James Tate
I wish you were here.
The calendar is red,
a candle closes
the room.
If this is the life
we are all leaving
it’s half as bad.
Hello again mad turnip.
Let’s tango together
down to the clear
glad river.
Daily Poetry Fragments {Semi-Daily} 