Poem A Day – April 25, 2016
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Los Angeles, Manila, Da Nang
Cathy Linh Che
California drought withering the basins,
the hills ready to ignite. Oh, stupid ways
I’ve loved and unraveled myself.
I, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 23, 2016
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Peony
Marilyn Chin
Why must I tell you this story, O little one
You’re just a bud-of-a-girl, who knows nothing
Now you are full-faced, bright as sun
Now you open your ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 22, 2016
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Some Kinds of Forever Visit You
Brenda Hillman
The unknowns are up early;
they browse through the bronze
porch bells. Crows
call & late
apples blaze
toward western emptiness.
In ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 21, 2016
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Park Going to Sleep
Helen Hoyt
The shadows under the trees
And in the vines by the boat-house
Grow dark,
And the lamps gleam softly.
On the street, far off,
The sound of ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 20, 2016
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The Peddler of Flowers
Amy Lowell
I came from the country
With flowers,
Larkspur and roses,
Fretted lilies
In their leaves,
And long, cool lavender.
I carried them
From ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 19, 2016
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Tattoo
Nick Flynn
You do know, right,
that between the no-
longer & the still-
to-come
you are being continually
tattooed, inked
with the skulls of
everyone
you’ve ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 18, 2016
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On Falling (Blue Spruce)
Joanna Klink
Dusk fell every night. Things
fall. Why should I
have been surprised.
Before it was possible
to imagine my life
without it, the winds
arrived, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 17, 2016
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Blueacre
Monica Youn
Lamentation (Martha Graham, 1930)
What shall I compare to you, that I may comfort you, virgin daughter of Zion? Lamentations 2:13
Wordless, ceaseless,
a ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 16, 2016
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Last Sleep Best Sleep
Brenda Shaughnessy
Life, this charade of not-death.
Amnesiac of our nights together,
overheard talking in some other voice.
The great fruits of my ... Continue Reading →
