In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And [...]
Archive for the 'Group 2' Category
Song for Autumn, by Mary Oliver
Published November 6th, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsAt Home
Father was eating partridge and Mother was out
and I and Joris were talking about murders
and getaways and on what trains
when the sun rolled into our attic
and lay there gleaming in the hay.
Father swore and said: God sees me.
Joris made his getaway
and I went on playing with the trains
which ran on electricity across the floor
between [...]
Living with Ballads: Sidna Allen
Published October 23rd, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsHe mounted to the bar
with a pistol in his hand
and he sent Judge Massie
to the Promised Land:
the only mountain ballad
my mother ever sang
the years that she was raising me
on Pop Rocks and Tang,
and Grandmother thought secular
music miles beneath
her notice, so my mind is not
one Stith Thompson motif
after another, not a green
wood thick with noble felons,
no [...]
revision of dog poem
Published October 11th, 2006 archive in Group 2, Sarah S. and ethershop. 1 Commentso I’m not sure if we’re supposed to post revisions, but here’s one of my dog poem. hope its a little more cheery now:
Visit
Perhaps it was a bad idea, taking her
to my house for the week. I insisted;
“She’ll love it.” Dad frowned
and left the address of the beach house prefaced
with emergency vet numbers
and 24-hour [...]
this was the poem featured on my birthday
Published October 2nd, 2006 archive in Group 2, Sarah S. and ethershop. 0 Commentsthe poem of the day on poetry daily, may 1, 2006:
“When Dylan Left Hibbing, Minnesota, August 1959″
by John Hogden
Not even Dylan then, more like David the Blue-Eyed Shepherd Boy Giant Killer instead,
the way he must have looked in those Golden Book Illustrated Bible Stories we never read,
the ones with the pictures of the prophets, each [...]
Mary Karr on Poetry Daily
Published October 2nd, 2006 archive in Group 2, Liz and ethershop. 1 CommentDelinquent Missive
Before David Ricardo stabbed his daddy
sixteen times with a fork — Once
for every year of my fuckwad life — he’d long
showed signs of being bent.
In school, he got no valentine nor birthday
cake embellished with his name.
On Halloween, a towel tied around his neck
was all he had to be a hero with.
He spat in the [...]
Lyrical, by Joseph Millar
Published October 2nd, 2006 archive in Andrew, Group 2 and ethershop. 0 CommentsThe spaniel next door yaps at the sparrows,
he yaps at the crows and the mailman,
yaps at the compost pile and the sunflower,
yaps at the rain and the sky. He yaps
at the steps leading down to the creek
where the flax plants bloom high as my waist
and the blue flowers force their way up
through small stones the [...]
Verse Daily: Cat Nap by Asa Boxer
Published September 29th, 2006 archive in Alex, Group 2 and ethershop. 1 CommentEnjoying rest, the feral house-cat wears her twilight coat, curls up,
and disappears among the waves of a rumpled blanket. So softly does she sleep,
it seems birds could fold safely into her paws, mice slip out of her pockets.
But in her brain, the owl flicks awake the dim lanterns of its eyes.
The mice stash their tiny [...]
Poetry Daily: Haircut
Published September 25th, 2006 archive in Group 2, Liz and ethershop. 0 CommentsHaircut
I sit on the dock for a haircut and watch
as summer spreads out, relieving the general,
indiscriminate gray, like a mouthful of gin
spreading out through the capillaries
of my brain, etherizing everything
it is too painful to think or say,
as I dangle my feet in the water,
like bits of a man. On the goldenrod,
Japanese beetles are holding an [...]
from Robert Pinsky’s “Impossible to tell” (the 1st 6 stanzas):
Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,
The secret courtesy that courses like ichor
Through the old form of the rude, full-scale joke,
Impossible to tell in writing. “Bashõ”
He named himself, “Banana Tree”: banana
After [...]
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