DPF / Glück

For fairy tale and for this time of year from a favorite poem and from Poems 1962-2012.

from All Hallows / by Louise Glück

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises

 

 

DPF / Levis

For a Central Valley poet, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Elegy with a Chimneysweep Falling Inside It / by Larry Levis

Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard
Compose the dark, compose
The illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appear
One by one, above the schoolyard.

 

DPF / Ashbery

For Work & Fancy who walk along holding hands sometimes, and, like any other couple, sometimes don’t; from The New American Poetry, edited by Donald M. Allen.

from The Instruction Manual / by John Ashbery

As I sit looking out of a window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.

DPF / Jenkins

For this Labor Day weekend’s College Football season openers, from poetry 180; supporting teams who lost isn’t difficult, UCLA & UF. If you’re a fan, stay loyal.

from Football / by Louis Jenkins

I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back…
I’ve got protection. I’ve got a receiver open downfield…

DPF / Bishop

For somehow, it’s a Bishop kind of day, the kind of day when seals carry hymns to the ocean floor, from The Collected Poems. 

from At the Fishhouses / by Elizabeth Bishop

Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,
element bearable to no mortal,
to fish and to seals . . . One seal particularly
I have seen here evening after evening.
He was curious about me. He was interested in music;
like me a believer in total immersion,
so I used to sing him Baptist hymns.