Poem of the Day
from Penitential Cries
By Susan Howe
Stand up facing the wall, chair behind you. Not feet splayed outward, you cannot go that low
Poetry: 1960s
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
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
Loneliness
By Scott Cohen
Here I am, alone in my room, feeling lonely.
Loneliness is horrible. This is an objective
statement. Sometimes I think to objectify
Things About You
By Tom Clark
I write this for your eyes and ears and heart
If it makes your eyes sore
ears weary