April 11, 2015
The One Girl at the Boy’s Party by Sharon Olds When I take my girl to the swimming party I set her down among the boys. They tower and bristle, she stands there smooth and sleek, her math scores unfolding in the air around her. They will strip to their suits, her body hard and […]
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
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 […]
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 […]
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
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
