Favorite Poems from Others

A spirit moved. John Harvard walked the yard,
The atom lay unsplit, the west unwon,
The books stood open and the gates unbarred.

Villanelle for an Anniversary, Seamus Heaney, 1996

1800s Through 1960

“Favorite Poems II: 1963 to Present” continued here

Poetry is a pack-sack of invisible keepsakes. Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.”                                                                   

Carl Sandburg