Oh, man, Rose Kelleher's Enlightenment was a wonderful find. I love the thread's encyclopedic nature, gathering such a net of literary works. Thank you for reminding me of Duffy's Prayer, which I haven't read in long whiles, but which I used to keep next to my bed once teddy bears and toys got obsolete.
The list below, even after consciously omitting most of the top-of-mind poets out there, is quite long, and tries to catch a vast pastoral of aesthetics & sensibilities. Poets like Robert Frost, Auden, Dickinson, Shakespear, Donne, et all, shout in the background, dragged deep into the woods, pushing their way for inclusion, audible over the voice of trees.
ENGLISH:
James Pollock. The Museum of Death
Meghan O'Rourke's "Lost Sister" dialogue:
The Lost Sister,
Then This.
James Galvin. On the Sadness of Wedding Dresses
Li-Young Lee. The Gift
Kevin Young. On Being Blind
Edna Millay. What lips my lips have kissed and where and why
Weldon Kees. For My Daughter.
Robinson.
Sara Borjas. Lies I Tell
Maggie Smith. Good Bones
Jordan Windholz. Bestiary
A. E. Stallings. Deus Ex Machina ,
The Tantrum,
Aftershocks,
Fishing,
Another Lullaby for Insomniacs,
Whethering,
Containment,
Momentary,
Explaining an Affinity for Bats
Melissa Broder. Salt
Ansel Elkins. Reverse: A Lynching
Phillip Larkin. High Windows
Jamaal May. There are Birds Here
Cathy Park Hong. All the Aphrodisiacs
Wallace Stevens. Anecdote of the Jar,
Of Mere Being
James Wright.
A Blessing,
Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio
Carol Ann Duffy. Prayer
Yusef Komunyakaa. Togetherness, The Land of Cockaigne, A Voice on an Answering Machine
W. S. Merwin. Homecoming, Rain
Light,
The New Song
Kim Addonizio. What the Dead Fear
Mark Mccloughan. Devotion (Reflection)
Cynthia Cruz. Twelve in Yellow-Weed at the Edge,
Midnight Office,
Self Portrait
Campbell Mccgrath.Emily and Walt,
Nox Borealis
Saeed Jones. The Blue Dress
Jennifer Chang. This Corner of the Western World,
Pastoral
Rebecca Hazelton. The Good in the Evil World,
Ari Banias.
The Happy,
Fountain
Patrick Donnelly. Cradle-Song
Louise Bogan. Leave-Taking
Richard Wilbur. The Beautiful Changes
Alice Oswald. Slowed-Down Blackbird,
Full Moon,
Body,
Flies
Claudia Emerson. Artifact
Kazim Ali. Hymn,
The Failure of Navigating in the Valley,
Sleep-Door
Nicholas Friedman. Not the Song, but After
Ocean Vuong. Toy Boat,
Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong,
Aubade with Burning City
Mark Waldron. Las Aves Vacias,
How Scrubbed Up Clean,
The Stick
Clint Smith. The Drone
Caitlin Doyle. The Foley Artist's Apprentice
Sam Sax. Hermatology
Cally Conan-Davies. Wompoo Fruit Dove,
What This Is
Dorianne Laux. Heart
E. E. Cummings. i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
Barbara Jane Reyes. dear love
Gina Franco. The Stone is Wordless
Anna Jackson. Bees, so many bees
Amit Majmudar. Rites to Allay the Dead
Jericho Brown. Bullet Points,
Another Elegy ["This is what our dying looks like"]
Khadjah Queen. Disposed,
Theory: Synesthesia
Nina Powles. Last Eclipse,
some titles for my childhood memoir
Ilya Kaminsky. We Lived Happily During the War
Hieu Minh Nguyen. Outbound
Jennifer Givhan. I am Dark, I am Forest
Jos Charles. from feeld
Louise MacNeise. Snow
Dilruba Ahmed. Snake Oil, Snake Bite
Wendy Xu.
And then it was less bleak because we said so
Solmaz Sharif. Vulnerability Study
Danez Smith. Alternate Names for Black Boys,
sideshow
Jack Underwood. Totem Pole
Elena Karina Byrne. Vertigo,
Cow Song,
During the Vietnam War
Jill Alexander Essbaum. 4:13 am,
Poem
Adrian Matejka.
Gymnopédies No. 3
Matthew Dickman. Bluebells
Nomi Stone. La Ghriba
Kaveh Akbar. Vines,
Portrait of the Alcoholic Floating in Space with Severed Umbilicus, Gloves,
Orchids are Sprouting Floorboards
Jane Huffman. Ode
Ernest Hilbert. Kite
Kamilla Aisha Moon. Cateracts
Edward Hiersch. The Unveiling
Bob Hicok
Leave a Message
When the wind died, there was a moment of silence
for the wind. When the maple tree died, there was always a place
to find winter in its branches. When the roses died, I respected the privacy
of the vase. When the shoe factory died, I stopped listening
at the back door to the glossolalia of machines.
When the child died, the mother put a spoon in the blender.
When the child died, the father dug a hole in his thigh
and got in. When my dog died, I broke up with the woods.
When the fog lived, I went into the valley to be held
by water. The dead have no ears, no answering machines
that we know of, still we call.
TRANSLATIONS:
Osip Mandelstam. Alone I Stare into the Frost's White Face
Francis Ponge. Rain ,
The Trees Delete Themselves Inside a Fog-Sphere
Thomas Transtromer. After a Death
Wislawa Szymborska. Photograph from September 11,
Identification
Alejandra Pizarnik.All Night I Hear The Noise of Moaning Water
Noah Bucholtz. The Moonlight
Robert Desnos. The Landscape