Poem of the Day Series, Reading 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…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading 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…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading 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…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Christine Garren THE WOVEN MESSAGE come hide near me I’ll count however long I need to count the insects in the web— I like the…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Cynthia Cruz SELF-PORTRAIT I did not want my body Spackled in the world’s Black beads and broke Diamonds. What the world Wanted, I did not….
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Claudia Rankine / You are in the dark, in the car, watching the black-tarred street being swallowed by speed; he tells you his dean is making…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Allan Peterson THE INEVITABLE To have that letter arrive was like the mist that took a meadow and revealed hundreds of small webs once invisible…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Ross Gay BURIAL You’re right, you’re right, the fertilizer’s good— it wasn’t a gang of dullards came up with chucking a fish in the planting…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Chad Forbregd CAPGUN Imagine a boy holding a capgun. Now, instead of a boy, imagine a man holding a portrait of a boy with a…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Robert Hass THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING Many are making love. Up above, the angels in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing are braiding…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Larissa Szporluk LADYBIRDS Brilliance is a carcass on a snow-white beach. Envy never sleeps. I tell my children truthfully: a long red beard is breaking…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Norman Dubie TROMBONE There were carols on the kitchen radio, a late cold night, entering the room while straightening the blistered Navajo rug, I remembered…
