Poem A Day – April 3, 2016
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There Is No Name Yet
Dorothea Lasky
Until I find a name
I will not put it in the soul calculator
I will leave it free and open and unnamed
And not limit my expectations ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 2, 2016
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Poem to First Love
Matthew Yeager
To have been told “I love you” by you could well be, for me,
the highlight of my life, the best feeling, the best peak
on my ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 1, 2016
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Dum Spiro Spero
Erin Belieu
Come, Lord, and lift the fallen bird
Abandoned on the ground;
The soul bereft and longing so
To have the lost be found …
Before the movers ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – March 31, 2016
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The Carousel
Zachary Schomburg
I’m in a carousel.
The kind that spins
people to the wall.
There is a woman
and a man and a man
inside of it too,
and a man operating ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – March 30, 2016
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Atlantic Elegy
Julie Marie Wade
We see a little farther now and a little farther still – C.D. Wright
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I ask the rain to remit, but not because I am ungrateful
A raincheck ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – March 29, 2016
Miracles
Walt Whiteman
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – March 28, 2016
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The Birthnight
Walter de la Mare
Dearest, it was a night
That in its darkness rocked Orion’s stars;
A sighing wind ran faintly white
Along the willows, and the cedar ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – March 27, 2016
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Endangered Species
Dan Beachy-Quick
Even this
brief thought is endless. A
man speaks as if unaware of the
erotic life of the ampersand. In the
isolate field he comes to ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – March 26, 2016
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Meditation for the Silence of Morning
Adam Clay
I wake myself imagining the shape
of the day and where I will find
myself within it. Language is not often
in that shape,
but ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – March 25, 2016
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For Sale
Margo Taft Stever
My childhood house is stripped,
bared, open to the public.
The for-sale sign impales
the front pasture, grass
is cut and prim, no trimmings
left ... Continue Reading →
