Poem of the Day: Frank Stanford

  THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE   There are many people who come back After the doctor has smoothed the sheet Around their body And left the room to make his call. They die but they live. They are called the dead who lived through their deaths, And among my people They are considered wise…

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Poem of the Day: Sylvia Plath

  JUVENILIA   Arranged in sheets of ice, the fond         skeleton still craves to have fever from the world behind. Hands reach back to relics of         nippled moons, extinct and cold, frozen in designs of love. At twelve, each skull is aureoled         with recollection’s ticking thorns winding up the raveled mold. Needles nag like unicorns,…

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Poem of the Day: Jamaal May

  CHIONOPHOBIA                 —Fear of Snow   Fluttering ash dissolves on your brother’s tongue. He thinks of you building a fort from snow before you knew what forts were and he could stand in your footprints without touching the sides. Can two snowflakes be the same on a ghost-white street where enough gather to construct faceless…

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Poem of the Day: C.D. Wright

  PROVINCES   Where the old trees reign with their forward dark light stares through a hole in the body’s long house. The bed rolls away from the body, and the body is forced to find a chair. At some hour the body sequesters itself in a shuttered room with no clock. When a clean…

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Poem of the Day: Larry Levis

  THE SPIRIT SAYS, YOU ARE NOTHING:   Because you haven’t praised anything in months, You walk down to the river and study one ripple Above a dead tree Until it is almost dark enough For the moon to whiten it, But it does not, And so you put your hand out, Palm open, And…

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Poem of the Day: Jericho Brown

  TO BE SEEN   Forgive me for taking the tone of a preacher. You understand, a dying man Must have a point—not that I am Dying exactly. My doctor tells me I’ll live Longer than most since I see him More than most. Of course, he cannot be trusted Not can any man Who…

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Poem of the Day: Carrie Oeding

  APOLOGY TO MEDITATION   The meditation teacher said he wants to leave you alone with me. There should be no third party between me and “existence.” The meditation teacher said I would soon understand the nature of the mind rather than fight with it. He winked at me then, a bit creepy. I’ll be…

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Poem of the Day: Nancy Botkin

  SKATES   In childhood you unfold the map of the world and smooth it out with your small hand, and with one finger trace a path somewhere not very far, usually a block or two from home where the pond is frozen over, where the trees sag a little from the weight of ice,…

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Poem of the Day: Mary Ruefle

  SAGA   Everything that ever happened to me is just hanging—crushed and sparkling—in the air, waiting to happen to you. Everything that ever happened to me happened to somebody else first. I would give you an example but they are all invisible. Or off gallivanting around the globe. Not here when I need them…

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Poem of the Day: Jean Valentine

  YOU DREW MY HEAD   You drew my head the back of my head my neck stem you made my head a charcoal skull and even the skull is turned away no eyes   —from Jean Valentine’s Door in the Mountain: New and Collection Poems, 1965 – 2003, Wesleyan University Press (2004)    

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