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Poetry Daily: 366 Poems from the World's Most Popular Poetry Website
The founding editors of poems.com, the Poetry Daily website, have compiled 366 days worth of poetry (including Leap Day) from 366 contemporary poets, with a poem fit for every day of the year. Humorous, edgy, comforting or thought-provoking, this book of poems celebrates the diversity of today's thriving poetry culture.
Poetry Daily includes poems ―Robert Pinsky ―Rita Dove ―Billy Collins ―Anne Waldman ―Dana Gioia ―Kay Ryan ―Jane Hirschfield ―Albert Goldbarth
This thoughtful, lively book collection presents a poem-a-day that you can enjoy any time, anywhere, from January through December―the perfect way to enjoy the pleasures of poetry in delicious bite-sized morsels.
Poetry Daily includes poems ―Robert Pinsky ―Rita Dove ―Billy Collins ―Anne Waldman ―Dana Gioia ―Kay Ryan ―Jane Hirschfield ―Albert Goldbarth
This thoughtful, lively book collection presents a poem-a-day that you can enjoy any time, anywhere, from January through December―the perfect way to enjoy the pleasures of poetry in delicious bite-sized morsels.
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480 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2003
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October 27, 2013
Really interesting collection! There's some junk to be sure, but there's a lot of great stuff. This, for instance:
My Mother's Poem
Red-winged blackbird, sitting on a stalk,
What would you say if you could talk?
She showed it to me shyly
After I'd been away for a long time.
She said this was the only one
She'd ever tried to write, and of course
It was only the beginning.
She'd written it on stationery
I'd given her: pastel flowers
In one corner. Far away,
I'd been opening and unfolding
Pages like this for years.
She said she couldn't quite decide
What to say next. She wasn't sure
How it should go on or maybe
It shouldn't, and she was showing me
Because I was supposed to know about poems.
We stood there side by side
At the kitchen sink, looking out the window
At the swamp for a moment, both of us
Wondering how to be inspired
In spite of feeling maybe it didn't matter
To anyone except ourselves
Who could both see those birds hanging on
Sideways to cattail stalks and singing
The one song they seemed to be sure of,
Already knowing the end and how to answer.
David Wagoner
Link to this poem and another:
http://www.cstone.net/~poems/twopowag...
My Mother's Poem
Red-winged blackbird, sitting on a stalk,
What would you say if you could talk?
She showed it to me shyly
After I'd been away for a long time.
She said this was the only one
She'd ever tried to write, and of course
It was only the beginning.
She'd written it on stationery
I'd given her: pastel flowers
In one corner. Far away,
I'd been opening and unfolding
Pages like this for years.
She said she couldn't quite decide
What to say next. She wasn't sure
How it should go on or maybe
It shouldn't, and she was showing me
Because I was supposed to know about poems.
We stood there side by side
At the kitchen sink, looking out the window
At the swamp for a moment, both of us
Wondering how to be inspired
In spite of feeling maybe it didn't matter
To anyone except ourselves
Who could both see those birds hanging on
Sideways to cattail stalks and singing
The one song they seemed to be sure of,
Already knowing the end and how to answer.
David Wagoner
Link to this poem and another:
http://www.cstone.net/~poems/twopowag...
May 21, 2011
One poem per day of the year (even including February 29) from the people who bring you a new poem every day.
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