Poem A Day – Dec. 6, 2015
Most Sweet it is With Unuplifted Eyes
William Wordsworth
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 3, 2015
Endtime
Anne Waldman
Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction?
– William Blake
Won’t come alive ever yet or again? In the mind of Endtime it looks like this: ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 2, 2015
Sinking into the Leopard Pillow
Gillian Conoley
I threw out everything that didn’t give me a spark
and hung all the whites on the table.
Greens and deep dirt browns and grays.
The ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 1, 2015
A Nearly Perfect Morning
Jessica Greenbaum
It was a nearly perfect morning – bucolic, pastoral –
so I found myself cataloguing my past humiliations.
Really, there was no ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 30, 2015
A Yellow Leaf
Ariana Reines
It’s shivering
Like a little lady rattling her bell
Calling for tea
Quivering in the old style
There’s a red light in Boston
At the close of ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 29, 2015
I Am a Little World Made Cunningly (Holy Sonnet V)
John Donne
I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic spright,
But black sin hath betrayed to endless night
My ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 28, 2015
Heavy Threads
Hazel Hall
When the dawn unfolds like a bolt of ribbon
Thrown through my window,
I know that hours of light
Are about to thrust themselves into me
Like omnivorous needles ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 25, 2015
Natural History
Rebecca Lehmann
Tell me the world. Here comes light, unspoken.
Light hooks a claw on the horizon, pulls itself
into view. Here comes water, saline,
scattering single-celled ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 23, 2015
Empty Ring, Nest Fire
Sun Yung Shin
My first burnt bark child – flung to the windless flames
Second sly child – dressed for weather, swan skinned
Serpents impress diamonds ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 21, 2015
Forbearance
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk?
At rich men’s tables eaten bread and pulse?
Unarmed, ... Continue Reading →
