Poem of the Day, October 20
Happy Birthday to Robert Pinsky, born #OTD in 1940
Vessel
by Robert Pinsky
What is this body as I fall asleep again?
What I pretended it was when I was small –
A crowded vessel, a starship or submarine
Dark in its dark element, a breathing hull,
Arms at the flanks, the engine heart and brain
Pulsing, feet po [...]
Poem of the Day. Vessel by Robert Pi...
Poem of the Day, October 20
Happy Birthday to Robert Pinsky, born #OTD in 1940
Vessel
by Robert Pinsky
What is this body as I fall asleep again?
What I pretended it was when I was small –
A crowded vessel, a starship or submarine
Dark in its dark element, a breathing hull,
Arms at the flanks, the engine heart and brain
Pulsing, feet po [...]
Poem of the Day. In Tennessee I Found...
Poem of the Day, October 19
In Tennessee I Found a Firefly
by Mary Szybist
Flashing in the grass; the mouth of a spider clung
………to the dark of it: the legs of the spider
held the tucked wings close,
………held the abdomen still in the midst of calling
with thrusts of phosphorescent light—
When I am tired of being human, [...]
Poem of the Day. Danse Russe by Willi...
Poem of the Day, October 18
Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,—
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely [...]
Poem of the Day. The Floating Poem, ...
Poem of the Day, October 17
The Floating Poem, Unnumbered
by Adrienne Rich
Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine—tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come—
the innocence and wisdom [...]
Poem of the Day. In Heaven It Is Alw...
Poem of the Day, October 16
In Heaven It Is Always Autumn
by Elizabeth Spires
“In Heaven It Is Always Autumn”
John Donne
In heaven it is always autumn. The leaves are always near
to falling there but never fall, and pairs of souls out walking
heaven’s paths no longer feel the weight of years upon them.
Safe in heaven’s [...]
Poem of the Day. From Georgic Book I...
Poem of the Day, October 15
Happy Birthday to Virgil, born #OTD in 70BC
From Georgic Book III
by Virgil
Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts,
And ocean-folk, and flocks, and painted birds,
Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all.
Never than then more fiercely o’er the plain
Prowls heedless of her whelps the lioness:
Nor mons [...]
Poem of the Day. may my heart always...
Poem of the Day, October 14
Happy Birthday to Edward Estlin Cummings, born #OTD in 1894.
may my heart always be open to little birds
by e e cummings
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and [...]
Poem of the Day. The Civil War by A...
Poem of the Day, October 13
The Civil War
by Anne Sexton
I am torn in two
but I will conquer myself.
I will dig up the pride.
I will take scissors
and cut out the beggar.
I will take a crowbar
and pry out the broken
pieces of God in me.
Just like a jigsaw puzzle,
I will put Him together again
with the patience of a chess player.
How many piec [...]
Poem of the Day. The Way by Albert G...
Poem of the Day, October 12
The Way
by Albert Goldbarth
The sky is random. Even calling it “sky”
is an attempt to make a meaning, say,
a shape, from the humanly visible part
of shapelessness in endlessness. It’s what
we do, in some ways it’s entirely what
we do—and so the devastating rose
of a galaxy’s being born, the fatal lamé
of another’s [...]
Poem of the Day. Break by Dorianne L...
Poem of the Day, October 11
Break
by Dorianne Laux
We put the puzzle together piece
by piece, loving how one curved
notch fits so sweetly with another.
A yellow smudge becomes
the brush of a broom, and two blue arms
fill in the last of the sky.
We patch together porch swings and autumn
trees, matching gold to gold. We hold
the eyes of deer in [...]
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