Poem : Lament For the Makers

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Not bird not badger not beaver not bee

Many creatures must
make, but only one must seek

within itself what to make

My father's ring was a B with a dart
through it, in diamonds against polished black stone.

I have it. What parents leave you
is their lives.

Until my mother died she struggled to make
a house that she did not loathe; paintings; poems; me.

Many creatures must

make, but only one must seek
within itself what to make

Not bird not badger not beaver not bee

*

Teach me, masters who by making were
remade, your art.



Lament For the Makers
by Frank Bidart

Carol Ann Duffy - Write about Happiness

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So I came and searched for Duffy and realised that this poem hasn't been included here yet. I love Carol Ann Duffy's work, especially the 'lighter' poems, that skim so swiftly over things so beautiful. I am feeling fey today, maybe even happy... and here is Carol Ann Duffy, writing about Happiness.

Write About ‘Happiness’

What does happiness look like?
You in your red coat.
Where does it go for a drink?
To bed, on Sundays.

What does happiness sound like?
The purr of an unhooked phone.
What does it do for a living?
It has private means.

What does happiness feel like?
The barehanded planting of bulbs.
What is its home address?
Yours, sweetheart.

Does happiness have a scent?
The sea, the air, the earth.
Where did you see it last?
Under the bedclothes, laughing.

What taste does happiness have?
That of a long, slow kiss.
And how does happiness write?
Badly, like this.

Carol Ann Duffy

request!

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I really, really hope this is allowed, and if not, please do not kill me.

Someone showed me this picture from picturesofwalls.com or something like that, and I'm pretty sure I've read that quote before. In a poem. Someone tell me I'm not completely insane--



does anyone happen to know where it's from? Thank you times a million in advance.

I Remember..

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Nobody does the right thing.
~ Marie Kreutz, Bourne Identity.




i remember learning you jump

in your sleep and smile

when you wake up

at first you cuddle 

then one arm across my stomach

then one leg touching my leg then

you turn your back



but you smile when you wake up



i was surprised to know you don't care

if your lamp burns all night and that you could

play ohmeohmy over and over again just

because you remembered



i discovered you don't like hair

in your bahtroom sink and never step

your wet feet onto a clean rug



you will answer your phone

but you don't talk too long and you do

rub my toes and make faces

while you talk

and your voice told her anyway

that i was there



you can get up at three and make sandwiches

and orange juice and tell jokes

you sometimes make incoherent sentences

you snore

and you smile when you wake up



i know you cry when you're hurt

and curse when you're angry

and try when you don't feel

like it and smile at me

when you wake up



these things i learned through

a simple single touch

when fleshes clashed




~Nikki Giovanni