The Dark Night (XVIII) –May Sinclair Our love is woven Of a thousand strands— The cool fragrance of the first lilac At morning, The first dew on the grass, The smell of wild mint in the wood, The pungent and…
Poem: pity this busy monster, manunkind
pity this busy monster, manunkind –e. e. cummings pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness — electrons deify one razorblade into a…
Poem: Gratitude List
Gratitude List –Naomi Shihab Nye Thank you for insulting me. You helped me see how much I was worth. Thank you for overlooking my humanity. In that moment I gained power. To be forgotten by the wider world and the…
Poem : Blue Like That
Blue Like That –Gerald Stern She was a darling with her roses, though what I like is lavender for I can dry it and nothing is blue like that, so here I am, in my arms a bouquet of tragic…
Poem: High, Higher, Highest
High, Higher, Highest Samuel Hazo Viewed from space, the world’s impersonal. France appears, but no Frenchmen. Then Germany, without one German. Regardless, the richest man on earth pays three hundred thousand for a ten-minute flight by rocket at three thousand…
Poem: Gifts
Gifts Kirk Wilson I kept my life in a small room with pale blue walls and brought it back little presents from the world This is for you I would say This is for you Sometimes the gifts died in…
National Poetry Month
By the way, April is National Poetry Month!
Poem: Götterdämmerung
Götterdämmerung –Rita Dove From On the Bus with Rosa Parks A straw reed climbs the car antenna. Beyond the tinted glass, golden waves of grain. Golly! I can’t help exclaiming, and he smirks— my born-again naturalist son with his souped-up…
Poem: Death By Wind
Death By Wind –Gerald Stern From Save the Last Dance As for those who face their death by wind and call it by the weird name of forgiveness they alone have the right to marry birds, and those who stopped…
Poem: Yellow Glove
Yellow Glove –Naomi Shihab Nye From Yellow Glove, reprinted in Words Under the Words: Selected Poems What can a yellow glove mean in a world of motorcars and governments? I was small, like everyone. Life was a string of precautions:…