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…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading Poem of the Day: Bill Rasmovicz THE MOON’S HIND LEGS The moon’s hind legs are invisible. Its bastard ear-boring cry is only fully heard by infants. Bright as the…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading 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…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading 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…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading 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…
Poem of the Day Series, Reading 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…
