By Miguel Algarín
Richie playing the maracas
is the universe becoming fluid
and the Nuyorican Café
floor becoming platform…
is the universe becoming fluid
and the Nuyorican Café
floor becoming platform…
Explore Poems: New Year
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- By Philip MetresTake this glass, quoting me darkly:
Cassandra, coalmine canary.
I want to sing the confusing flesh,… - By Bill ZavatskyUp on the roof, waiting for the fireworks to begin
in warm winter rain, a moment ago I stepped
from … - By Margaret AvisonThe Christmas twigs crispencrispen To make crisp and needles rattle
Along the window-ledge.
A solitary… - By Richard WilburNow winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow;
From the soft street… - By Susan Elizabeth HoweOminous inscrutable Chinese news
to get just before Christmas,
considering my reasonable health,
marriage… - By Marge PiercyOn the birthday of the world
I begin to contemplate
what I have done and left
undone, but this year
… - By Martha Collins1
Snow fallen, another going
gone, new come in, open
the door:
each night I grow
young, my friends … - By Ravi ShankarParticulate as ash, new year's first snow falls
upon peaked roofs, car hoods, undulant hills,
in imitation… - By Bei Daoa child carrying flowers walks toward the new year
a conductor tattooing darkness
listens to the shortest… - By Christopher MiddletonWhat if I know, Liebknecht, who shot you dead.
Tiergarten trees unroll
staggering shadow, in spite of… - By Joseph BrodskyThe Wise Men will unlearn your name.
Above your head no star will flame.
One weary sound will be the… - By Mary KarrOn this first dark day of the year
my daddy was born lo
these eighty-six years ago who now
has not drawn… - By Richard HoffmanAll my undone actions wander
naked across the calendar, a band of skinny hunter-gatherers,
blown snow… - By Evie Shockley
we make midnight a maquette of the year: frostlight glinting off snow to solemnize the vows we offer… - By Naomi Shihab NyeLetters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper… - By Mary RobinsonPavement slipp’ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing;
Titled gluttons dainties carving… - By Lord Byron (George Gordon)'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet though I cannot be… - By W. S. MerwinWith what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the … - By Thomas HardyI leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening…