Thursday, February 27, 2014

Valerie Worth

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Bat



Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Wisława Szymborska

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Love At First Sight



Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Anya Krugovoy Silver

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Canticle of the Washing Machine



Monday, February 24, 2014

Thomas Lux

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Poem in Thanks


From Good Poems


Sunday, February 23, 2014

Raymond Carver

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At Least



Thursday, February 20, 2014

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Gabrielle Calvocoressi

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3 pieces from the poem "Circus Fire"






Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Monday, February 17, 2014

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Mary Oliver

The Poet Goes to Indiana


I'll tell you a half-dozen things
that happened to me
in Indiana
when I went that far west to teach.
You tell me if it was worth it.

I lived in the country
with my dog—
part of the bargain of coming.
And there was a pond
with fish from, I think, China.
I felt them sometimes against my feet.
Also, they crept out of the pond, along its edges,
to eat the grass.
I'm not lying.
And I saw coyotes,
two of them, at dawn, running over the seemingly
unenclosed fields.
And once a deer, but a buck, thick-necked, leaped
into the road just-oh, I mean just, in front of my car—
and we both made it home safe.
And once the blacksmith came to care for the four horses,
or the three horses that belonged to the owner of the house,
and I bargained with him, if I could catch the fourth,
he, too, would have hooves trimmed
for the Indiana winter,
and apples did it,
and a rope over the neck did it,
so I won something wonderful;
and there was, one morning,
an owl
flying, oh pale angel, into
the hay loft of a barn,
I see it still;
and there was once, oh wonderful,
a new horse in the pasture,
a tall, slim being-a neighbor was keeping her there—
and she put her face against my face,
put her muzzle, her nostrils, soft as violets,
against my mouth and my nose, and breathed me,
to see who I was,
a long quiet minute-minutes—
then she stamped feet and whisked tail
and danced deliciously into the grass away, and came back.
She was saying, so plainly, that I was good, or good enough.
Such a fine time I had teaching in Indiana.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Richard Wright

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From Haiku


Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Ted Kooser

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Monday, February 3, 2014

Mark Nepo

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Sunday, February 2, 2014