Tag: Donald Justice

National Poetry Month: April 2nd

April 2, 2014

Poem to Be Read at 3 a.m. by Donald Justice

Excepting the diner
On the outskirts
The town of Ladora
At 3 a.m.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking
This poem
Is for whoever
Had the light on

window at night

This poem was selected by Hannah J. (Circulation)

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National Poetry Month: April 12th

April 12, 2012

Psalm and Lament by Donald Justice

     In memory of my mother (1897-1974)
     Hialeah, Florida
.
The clocks are sorry, the clocks are very sad.
One stops, one goes on striking the wrong hours.
.
And the grass burns terribly in the sun,
The grass turns yellow secretly at the roots.
.
Now suddenly the yard chairs look empty, the sky looks empty,

National Poetry Month: April 9th

April 9, 2011

Love’s Stratagems by Donald Justice

But these maneuverings to avoid
The touching of hands,
These shifts to keep the eyes employed
On objects more or less neutral
(As honor, for the time being, commands)
Will hardly prevent their downfall.
Stronger medicines are needed.
Already they find
None of their stratagems have succeeded,
Nor would have, no,
Not had their eyes been stricken blind,
Hands cut off at the elbow.

This poem was selected by Lesley W. (Reference Librarian)

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