Poem of the Day: John Ashbery

  AT NORTH FARM   Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you? Hardly anything grows here,…

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Poem of the Day: Julie Bruck

                  —after Philip Larkin   TO BRING THE HORSE HOME   Is all I’ve wanted past wanting since I was six and delirious with fever, an infinitive forged from a night when giant ladybugs with toothpick antennae patrolled my wicker nightstand. Yes, I’ve been with horses since, travelled illegally with them in trailers, known certain…

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Poem of the Day: Danez Smith

  not an elegy for Mike Brown   I am sick of writing this poem but bring the boy. his new name his same old body. ordinary, black dead thing. bring him & we will mourn until we forget what we are mourning & isn’t that what being black is about? not the joy of…

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Poem of the Day: Franz Wright

                  —in the wake of another tragedy: praying for France   THOUGHTS OF A SOLITARY FARMHOUSE   And not to feel bad about dying. Not to take it so personally— it is only the force we exert all our lives to exclude death from our thoughts that confronts us, when it does arrive, as the…

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Poem of the Day: Elizabeth Bradfield

  PURSUIT                 —for Arctic Explorer Donald B. MacMillan                   Provincetown, September   All summer, town kids pose at the edge of the pier named after you and leap. I’ve just flown home from Baffin, Mac. A month of spotting polar bears, lecturing on tundra as raw wind shrugged us off, then winter chased us down the…

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Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese”

  WILD GEESE   You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile…

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