Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Assault

^—after^{Edna St. Vincent Millay}

I.
I forget there were good things, too—
Revere Beach and feeding seagulls soggy french fries,
watching them plunge into the sand, then emerge,
the red spot of their beaks mistaken for ketchup.

II.
Beauty intercepts the drive home. The sky
beckons with its clouds the shape of a ribcage
opening upward. Another is a honeycomb.
Imagine being brushed by the air enough times.
Imagine you’re unrecognizable.

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Diannely Antigua

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Title	Author	Date
Where Is the Poet	Yone Noguchi	05/19/2019
What Will You Do?	Rainer Maria Rilke	05/18/2019
etymology	Airea D. Matthews	05/17/2019
[Things feel partial. My love for things is partial. Mikel on his last legs, covered]	Diane Seuss	05/16/2019
At a Days Inn in Barstow, California	Chloe Honum	05/15/2019
Inside the MRI Machine	Hala Alyan	05/14/2019
Ekphrastifilia	Matt Rasmussen	05/13/2019
The courage that my mother had	Edna St. Vincent Millay	05/12/2019
The Sea and the Skylark	Gerard Manley Hopkins	05/11/2019
Housesitting	William Brewer	05/10/2019

Title

Author

Date

Where Is the Poet

Yone Noguchi

05/19/2019