Poem A Day – Nov. 8, 2015
Altitude
Lola Ridge
I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 7, 2015
Advice to a Blue-Bird
Maxwell Bodenheim
Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking on the ground?
Who can make grass-blades
Arcades for pertly careless straying?
You alone, who skim ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 6, 2015
Did You See the Sky?
Rachel Jamison Webster
Did you see the sky through me
tonight, carbon blues and clouds like ropes
of wool behind a fringe of branches,
great combs of black stilling ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 4, 2015
Poem
Suzanne Stein
There’s always room for another rose in the garden, Rosanna Arquette said to her sister
Patricia
This driver, making the commute an anxious scene, bus going ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 3, 2015
After the Disaster
Katie Peterson
A picnic in the sequoias, light
filtered into planes, and the canopy
cut through. Fire raged in that place
one month ago. Since I’d been there,
I’d ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 2, 2015
Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard
Patrick Rosal
Taytay, Rizal Province, Philippines
(based on the photo by Noel Celis)
Hardly anything holds the children up, each ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 1, 2015
Hoar Frost
Amy Lowell
In the cloud-grey mornings
I heard the herons flying;
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 31, 2015
Garden Under Lightning
(Ghost-Story)
Leonora Speyer
Out of the storm that muffles shining night
Flash roses ghastly-sweet,
And lilies far too pale.
There is a pang of livid light,
A ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 29, 2015
Unveiling, Wakefield
Gail Mazur
I say to the named granite stone, to the brown grass,
to the dead chrysanthemums, Mother, I still have a
body, what else could receive my mind’s ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 27, 2015
Dancer
Patricia Spears Jones
The man with the black feather tattoo pares this space
Between fantasy and the memory of a man’s carved
Torso, designed for stroking and celebration
Today ... Continue Reading →
