Poem of the Day
After Our Planet
By Mark Strand
I am writing from a place you have never been,
Where the trains don’t run, and planes
Don’t land, a place to the west,
The Birth and Death of the Sun
By Jim Carroll
Now the trees tempt
the young girl below them
These Anemones, Their Song Is Made Up As They Float Along
By Laurance Wieder
In 1954, in June
I saw a total eclipse of the sun by the moon.
I saw the flowers fold up, the birds
Some Talk Of Us
By J. P. Webster
If the generation wither
twinkling slinky, our of which
how should I
Drops
By Lewis Warsh
17 floors
above 8th Avenue
in an apartment in 1962
*Baby Breakdown*
By Anne Waldman
lumbering logging lonesome
lugging muggy weather
numbs my brain
Crazy Otto
By Ron Padgett
Tonight the
light is
right
Two Poems
By Gerard Malanga
I speak of one whose triumph
is like his own despair
“a prison we all carry”;
Copley Square
By John Koethe
Up-and-down shafts of light brick
Lift occupants up into prisms or roofs
Of green copper, and then embark on the sky.
Five Weeks of Poems to Marilyn
By Bruce F. Kawin
His Irish accent
He jumps you in the subway
I love you
Four Poems
By Jim Dine
I enter a shop and see girls playing cards
the girls wear flaming red dresses
the kind you find in the theater