Tag Archives: Seasonal Poetry

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IRIS JAMAHL DUNKLE

DAPHNE’S BROKEN SONNET By Iris Jamahl Dunkle Apples are imagining themselves onto hillsides – pink petals stick out their tongues from the dark mouths of branches  and the forest canopy ripens overnight until it pulses like a green heart. Spring frankensteins … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: HEATHER WHITED

A MAY EVENING, EVERYTHING IS OK By Heather Whited A pink and white bloom Split open splayed to look like a pair Of lungs breathing on the sidewalk. All cars are diamonds in glittering rows. It is the sun tonight; … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: THE TREASURES THAT PREVAIL

From THE TREASURES THAT PREVAIL By Jen Karetnick: ADVISE AND CONSENT It seems to fall to men to create disasters and women to mop up after. The first thing people have to forget is their sense of the senatorial desk, … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: SUFGANIYOT BY RABBI RACHEL BARENBLAT

A version of this post was previously featured on the Saturday Poetry Series. SUFGANIYOT By Rabbi Rachel Barenblat In oil, pale circles roll and flip, doughy moons inflating. The fun part: poking a finger inside, giving a wiggle and twist, … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: A ROSH HASHANAH POEM BY SARAH MARCUS

By Sarah Marcus: ROSH HASHANAH, 5774 The moon was a sliver of itself the first night I thought of you combing a new year’s honey through our hair. We are taught to repent, but it’s a poor translation, for Teshuvah … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JANET R. KIRCHHEIMER

THE NATURE OF THINGS By Janet R. Kirchheimer I was eleven the spring my father singed his eyebrows off while burning down pear trees. Anne Carson says dirt is a minor thing. This is not true. Perhaps she has not … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: TWO SUMMER POEMS

LILY-BELL AND THISTLEDOWN SONG By Louisa May Alcott Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam 
 Of golden sunlight shines 
 On the rippling waves, that brightly flow 
 Beneath the flowering vines. 
 Awake! Awake! for the low, sweet chant … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: D.H. LAWRENCE ON SPRING

THE ENKINDLED SPRING By D.H. Lawrence This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: THE BOOK OF ESTHER BY STACEY ZISOOK ROBINSON

By popular demand, in celebration of Purim we are re-featuring this stellar poem by Stacey Zisook Robinson, in conversation with your faithful editor at the crossroads of feminism and midrash. By Stacey Zisook Robinson: THE BOOK OF ESTHER That blush … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: A WINTER POEM BY ALFRED AUSTIN

MY WINTER ROSE By Alfred Austin Why did you come when the trees were bare? Why did you come with the wintry air? When the faint note dies in the robin’s throat, And the gables drip and the white flakes … Continue reading

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