DPF / Cox

For similes and sometimes feeling minuscule, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Simile at the Side of the Road / by Mark Cox

In photographs of our galaxy

it looks like someone’s just finished

stirring us with a long wooden spoon


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 / Ritsos

For gathering the passing moments, from the September 16th entry of Poem A Day, Volume 2. 

from Miniature / by Yannis Ritsos, translated by Edmund Keeley

…with its little yellow wheels of lemon
parked for so many years on a side street with unlit lamps,
then a small song, a little mist, and then nothing?