great pendulous melons dangled like gods
among the bunches of lesser berries
and the dazzled, half-drunken birds.
Recommended Reading: “The Pumpkin Tree” by Robert Wrigley.
Major League Soccer put together a nice video to accompany the audio of Colum McCann reading his poem, “Robbie Keane.”
The long healed footprints of one who arrived
From nowhere, unfamiliar and de-mobbed,
In buttoned khaki and buffed army boots,
Bruising the turned-up acres of our back field
from “In a Field,” which may be Seamus Heaney’s final poem.
Why is it that
to be in-
but to be
I wish I were jogging shirtless but
I need somewhere to clip the mic
Jon Cotner records his poem, “Long Meadow,” while jogging through Prospect Park.
you think of all the things you wish
she was not: white crosses where
the road curves, not the reason
a man spends fifteen to twenty in Huntsville.
from “Bottle Curve" by Justin Carter
praise the Hennessy, the brown
shine, the dull burn. praise
the dare, the take it, the no face
you’re supposed to make.
praise the house, its many rooms,
hardwood and butter leather couches;
its richness. praise the rich, their friendship.
praise the friends: the child of the well off,
the child of the well off, the child of well,
the child of welfare, the child of welfare.
The air is heavy with willow scent
And pine duff. The heat is light. Down there, across
The meadow, in the shadow of the falling
Ridge (you wouldn’t see them if I didn’t
Tell you), two men, motionless, study
The last snowdrift. They lean on spades in waist-
High grass, wearing green hip boots. The snowdrift looks
Like a homeless man, lying, half-fetal with
A dirty sheet thrown over him.
Recommended Reading: James Galvin’s “Bet,” which was selected as The Missouri Review’s poem of the week.
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