M Christine Delea's Blog, page 6

Spring Has Sprung by Anonymous

Spring Has Sprung by Anonymous Spring has sprung, The grass has riz, I wonder where the birdies is. They say the birdy's on the wing....

Amaryllis by Jessica Lamb

Amaryllis by Jessica Lamb I brought it home to find a blossom already come and gone in the dark box. The petals were slippery and stank...

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd by Walt Whitman

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd by Walt Whitman 1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in...

The Wild Horses of Chernobyl by Martha Silano

The Wild Horses of Chernobyl by Martha Silano I can’t stop thinking about the wild horses of Chernobyl, keep going back to the sepia...

Sonnet by Alice Notley

Sonnet by Alice Notley The late Gracie Allen was a very lucid comedienne, Especially in the way that lucid means shining and bright....

Midwest by Paula Bonnell

Midwest by Paula Bonnell My heart is like Chicago’s Union Station. Once it was full of a thunder of arrivals, departures. In the gusty...

In Praise of Ice Cream Vending Machines at a Greyhound Bus Station by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

In Praise of Ice Cream Vending Machines at a Greyhound Bus Station by Aimee Nezhukumatathil All the buttons promise ...

Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the...

The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair. Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain...

Self-Portrait Poem That Is Also a Study by Fabienne Josaphat

Self-Portrait Poem That Is Also a Study by Fabienne Josaphat I see myself in her in photos, and see her in myself. Lately it seems I see...