Poem A Day – April 29, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY To me, fair friend, you never can be old (Sonnet 104) William Shakespeare To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey’d, Such ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 28, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Utopian Alicia Ostriker My neighbor’s daughter has created a city you cannot see on an island to which you cannot swim ruled by a noble princess and her athletic consort all ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 25, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Los Angeles, Manila, Da Nang Cathy Linh Che California drought withering the basins, the hills ready to ignite. Oh, stupid ways I’ve loved and unraveled myself. I, ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 24, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Default Message Carmen Gimenez Smith I have thirty seconds to convince you that when I’m not home, my verve is still, online or if I’m sleeping when you call, sheep ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 23, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Peony Marilyn Chin Why must I tell you this story, O little one You’re just a bud-of-a-girl, who knows nothing Now you are full-faced, bright as sun Now you open your ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 22, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Some Kinds of Forever Visit You Brenda Hillman The unknowns are up early; they browse through the bronze porch bells. Crows call & late apples blaze toward western emptiness. In ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 21, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Park Going to Sleep Helen Hoyt The shadows under the trees And in the vines by the boat-house Grow dark, And the lamps gleam softly. On the street, far off, The sound of ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 20, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY The Peddler of Flowers Amy Lowell I came from the country With flowers, Larkspur and roses, Fretted lilies In their leaves, And long, cool lavender. I carried them From ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 19, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Tattoo Nick Flynn You do know, right, that between the no- longer & the still- to-come you are being continually tattooed, inked with the skulls of everyone you’ve ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – April 18, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY On Falling (Blue Spruce) Joanna Klink Dusk fell every night. Things fall. Why should I have been surprised. Before it was possible to imagine my life without it, the winds arrived, ... Continue Reading →