National Poetry Month: April 10th

April 10, 2015

[in Just-] by e.e. cummings in Just- spring      .when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles     .far     .and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring

National Poetry Month: April 9th

April 9, 2015

The Day Winds Up the Opposite by August Wilson Hearing her disembodied voice wash over me, A cascade of coin and blessing, With the delicious sounds of her waking I thought today might be a day of blazing sun With her hair a forest of red birds announcing themselves with song & surety That each […]

National Poetry Month: April 8th

April 8, 2015

To A Waterfowl by Donald Hall Women with hats like the rear ends of pink ducks applauded you, my poems. These are the women whose husbands I meet on airplanes, who close their briefcases and ask, “What are you in?” I look in their eyes, I tell them I am in poetry, and their eyes […]

National Poetry Month: April 7th

April 7, 2015

Behind the Curtain by D.W. Past Poppies’ flowers, fast asleep Red ruby slippers, shining feat A Witch’s scorn, Scarecrows burn Water’s flung, a wretched turn Heart’s Desire, a House bereft Friends took me where, I never left. This poem was selected by Don W. (Maintenance) Poetry Copyright Notice

National Poetry Month: April 6th

April 6, 2015

Tulips by Sylvia Plath The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given […]

National Poetry Month: April 5th

April 5, 2015

After a Month of Rain by Linda Pastan Everything I thought I wanted is right here, particularly when the sun is making such a comeback, and the lilac engorged with purple has recovered from its severe pruning, and you will be back soon to dispel whatever it is that overtakes me like leaf blight, even […]

National Poetry Month: April 4th

April 4, 2015

The Trees by Philip Larkin The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings […]

National Poetry Month: April 3rd

April 3, 2015

My Papa’s Waltz by Theodore Roethke The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one […]

National Poetry Month: April 2nd

April 2, 2015

Cheerios by Billy Collins One bright morning in a restaurant in Chicago as I waited for my eggs and toast, I opened the Tribune only to discover that I was the same age as Cheerios. Indeed, I was a few months older than Cheerios for today, the newspaper announced was the seventieth birthday of Cheerios […]

National Poetry Month: April 1st

April 1, 2015

Happiness by Carl Sandburg I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. And then one […]

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