Poem of the Day July 28
Afterlife
by Bruce Snider
I wake to leafless vines and muddy fields,
patches of standing water. His pocketknife
waits in my dresser drawer, still able to gut fish.
I pick up his green shirt, put it on for the fourth day
in a row. Outside, the rusty nail he hammered
catches me, leaves its stain on everything.
The temper [...]
Poem of the Day. Afterlife by Bruce S...
Poem of the Day July 28
Afterlife
by Bruce Snider
I wake to leafless vines and muddy fields,
patches of standing water. His pocketknife
waits in my dresser drawer, still able to gut fish.
I pick up his green shirt, put it on for the fourth day
in a row. Outside, the rusty nail he hammered
catches me, leaves its stain on everything.
The temper [...]
Poem of the Day. Prayer by Jorie Grah...
Poem of the Day July 27
Prayer
by Jorie Graham
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the
way to create current, making of their unison (turning, re-
infolding,
entering and exiting their o [...]
Poem of the Day. Three Persons by Vi...
Poem of the Day July 26
Three Persons
by Vijay Seshadri
2014 Pulitzer prize winner in Poetry
That slow person you left behind when, finally,
you mastered the world, and scaled the heights you now command,
where is he while you
walk around the shaved lawn in your plus fours,
organizing with an electric clipboard
your big push to tomorrow?
Oh, [...]
Poem of the Day. July Midnight by Amy...
Poem of the Day July 25
July Midnight
by Amy Lowell
Fireflies flicker in the tops of trees,
Flicker in the lower branches,
Skim along the ground.
Over the moon-white lilies
Is a flashing and ceasing of small, lemon-green stars.
As you lean against me,
Moon-white,
The air all about you
Is slit, and pricked, and pointed with
sparkles of lemon-g [...]
Poem of the Day. From “Mont Blanc” by...
Poem of the Day July 24
From “Mont Blanc”
Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
”Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni” was written between July 22 and August 29 in 1816
I
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark—now glittering—now reflecting gloom—
Now [...]
Poem of the Day. Sussex by Rudyard K...
Poem of the Day July 23
Sussex
by Rudyard Kipling
God gave all men all earth to love,
But, since our hearts are small
Ordained for each one spot should prove
Beloved over all;
That, as He watched Creation’s birth,
So we, in godlike mood,
May of our love create our earth
And see that it is good.
So one shall Baltic pines content,
As one [...]
Poem of the Day. Walking Across The ...
Poem of the Day July 22
Walking Across The Atlantic
by Billy Collins
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.
But [...]
Poem of the Day. Sunrise on the Hills...
Poem of the Day July 21
Sunrise on the Hills
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I stood upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch
Was glorious with the sun’s returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wo [...]
Poem of the Day. Sandpiper by Elizabe...
Poem of the Day July 20
Sandpiper
by Elizabeth Bishop
The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.
The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and gla [...]
Poem of the Day. The Tuft of Flowers ...
Poem of the Day July 19
The Tuft of Flowers
by Robert Forst
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the gr [...]
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