Poem of the Day, July 23
Muffin of Sunsets
Elaine Equi
The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn’t seen it this way?
Pink between the castlework
of buildings.
Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.
It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.
A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:
“Can I witness the Rapture
[...]
Poem of the Day. Muffin of Sunsets ...
Poem of the Day, July 23
Muffin of Sunsets
Elaine Equi
The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn’t seen it this way?
Pink between the castlework
of buildings.
Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.
It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.
A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:
“Can I witness the Rapture
[...]
Poem of the Day. Imagery by Archibal...
Poem of the Day, July 22
Imagery
by Archibald MacLeish
The tremulously mirrored clouds lie deep,
Enchanted towers bosomed in the stream,
And blossomed coronals of white-thorn gleam
Within the water where the willows sleep—
Still-imaged willow-leaves whose shadows steep
The far-reflected sky in dark of dream;
And glimpsed therein the sun-winge [...]
Poem of the Day. My Grandmother’s Lov...
Poem of the Day, July 21
Happy Birthday to Hart Crane, born July 21, 1899
My Grandmother’s Love Letters
by Hart Crane
There are no stars to-night
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
There is even room enough
For the letters of my mother’s mother,
Elizabeth,
That have been pressed [...]
Poem of the Day. Thinking of Madame...
Poem of the Day, July 20
Thinking of Madame Bovary
by Jane Kenyon
The first hot April day the granite step
was warm. Flies droned in the grass.
When a car went past they rose
in unison, then dropped back down. . . .
I saw that a yellow crocus bud had pierced
a dead oak leaf, then opened wide. How strong
its appetite for the luxury of the sun! [...]
Poem of the Day. Wildflower by Stanle...
Poem of the Day, July 19
Wildflower
by Stanley Plumly
Some—the ones with fish names—grow so north
they last a month, six weeks at most.
Some others, named for the fields they look like,
last longer, smaller.
And these, in particular, whether trout or corn lily,
onion or bellwort, just cut
this morning and standing open in tapwater in the kitc [...]
Poem of the Day. For Once, Then, Some...
Poem of the Day, July 18
For Once, Then, Something
by Robert Frost
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when [...]
Poem of the Day. Summer Night, Riv...
Poem of the Day, July 17
Summer Night, Riverside
by Sara Teasedale
In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a t [...]
Poem of the Day. Before the Storm by ...
Poem of the Day, July 16
Before the Storm
by Louise Gluck
Rain tomorrow, but tonight the sky is clear, the stars shine.
Still, the rain’s coming,
maybe enough to drown the seeds.
There’s a wind from the sea pushing the clouds;
before you see them, you feel the wind.
Better look at the fields now,
see how they look before they’re flooded.
A fu [...]
Poem of the Day. Celibacy at 20 by Sh...
Poem of the Day, July 15
Celibacy at 20
by Sharon Olds
After I broke up with someone,
or someone with me, days would go by,
nights, weeks, soon it would be months since I had
touched anyone. i would move as little
as possible, the air seemed to press on my skin, my
breasts like something broken open, un-
capped and not covered, the buds float [...]
Poem of the Day. Black Lemon by Ben...
Poem of the Day, July 14
Black Lemon
by Ben Mirov
Have you ever lifted
the edge of the idea curtain
to find ethereal light
pours through the crack
straight into the pitch black curvature
of your brain illuminating
the inchoate wraiths that flap
in the substance of your thought?
Neither have I. Some days
I can’t even leave the kitchen.
I just [...]
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