DPF / Walcott

For a bit more summer, from poets.org.

from A Lesson for This Sunday / by Derek Walcott

The growing idleness of summer grass
With its frail kites of furious butterflies
Requests the lemonade of simple praise
In scansion gentler than my hammock swings



DPF / Zucker

For travel days, from the pedestrians. 

from the other city / by Rachel Zucker

‘Yes,’ she thought, through a haze of jet lag, ‘there should be no limits placed on the value of a very fine cheese.’

DPF / Collins

For a favorite poem from poets.org.

from To My Favorite 17-Year-Old-High-School Girl / by Billy Collins

A few centuries later, when he was your age,

Franz Schubert was doing the dishes for his family,

but that did not keep him from composing two symphonies, four operas and two complete masses as a youngster.

But of course, that was in Austria at the height of Romantic lyricism

DPF / Collins

For memory, which sometimes deepens and sometimes disappears along the way, and for wishing the best parts would always stay, from poets.org. This poem is for the missing memories of the everyone-and-everyday kind.

from Forgetfulness / by Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of

DPF / Zucker

For August and the last few summertime days, from the pedestrians. Also, if you like podcasts, please try Rachel Zucker’s podcast, https://www.commonpodcast.com/, “Commonplace: Conversations with Poets (and Other People)”. The episodes are sometimes more than 90 minutes, and always more than you’d ever expect in the best ways.

from ocean / by Rachel Zucker

She sat on the deck, face in the shade, legs in the sun, reading books by people in the faraway city.