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10. Burning the Old Gathering by Naomi Shihab Nye
Sign swallow themselves in minute.
Notes crony tied to the knob,
Transparent crimson paper,
Sizzle passion moth wings,
Tie the air.
So much of any yr is flammable,
Slant of vegetables, incomplete poems.
Orangeness swirling fire of days,
So immature is a stone.
9. New Gathering’s Day by Kim Addonizio
The shower this dayspring falls
On the conclusion of the snow,
And faculty wash it forth. I can smell,
The sens again, and the lacerate leaves,
Life eased consume into the mud.
8. December 31st by Richard Actor
All my undone activity wander,
raw across the appointment book,
a band of weedy hunter-gatherers,
winded snow unconnected here and thither,
stumbling toward a impending
folded in the New Gathering I secure
with a tack: January’s pic
a painting from the 17th 100,
a still animation: Skull and speculum,
spilled mint purse and a bloom.
7. On New Year’s Eve by Evie Physicist
We make midnight a maquette of the yr:
frostlight aglitter off snow to change
the vows we suggestion to ourselves in nearby
silence: the striving shimmerwise
of bubbly and chandeliers to draw
laughter and disposition: the glow from the hearth
reflecting the flaming intra-red covenant
between beloveds: we cocker the space
of a fey generation, anxious divinity molding our
hoped-for president with this earthly clay:
Everyone of us edacious for polishing or
rash sufficiency to think surrender will arrest.
6. After the Mollify Poet Kobayashi Issa by Parliamentarian Hass
New Yr’s morning—
the entirety is in blossom!
I ambience about calculate.
A huge salientian and I
staring at Everyone other,
neither of us budge.
This moth saw smartness
in a woman’s assembly—
burned to a potato chip.
5. Mild is the Splitting Year by Conductor Savage Landor
Gentle is the parting gathering, and sweet
The smell of the falling diffuse;
Life moves past on more discourteously fleet,
And balmless is its shutting day.
I wait its finis, I court its sombreness,
But mourn that conditions must thither fall
Or on my front or on my tomb
The pull apart that would bear soothed it all.
4. New Gathering’s Rhyme by Margaret Avison
The Christmastide twigs toast and needles rattling
Along the pane-ledge.
A individual pearl
Addition from the necklace spilled at at the end week’s aggregation
Lies in the suety, c-luminous appearance
Of morning, on the pane-ledge near them.
And all the household goods that circled solemn
And hospitable when these latitude were brimmed
With essence, furs, and coal-and-silver
Cross of seasonal dialogue, lapses
Into its old largeness.
3. To the New Gathering by W. S. Merwin
With what calmness at last
you come in the valley
your fundamental sunlight stretch down
to handle the tips of a few
elevated leaves that do not arouse
as though they had not detected
and did not know you at all
so the voice of a squab calls
from far off in itself
to the quiet of the morning.
2. New Gathering by Bei Dao
A child carrying bud walks toward the new gathering
a conductor tattooing dark
listens to the direct pause
rush a lion into the confine of music
rush stone to costume as a recluse
active in parallel Stygian
who’s the Guest? when the life all
tip from den and fly down route
the book of nonstarter grows unbounded and deep
apiece and every mo’s a crosscut
I follow it down the meaning of the Eastbound
returning familiar, closing cessation’s doorway.
1. To the Garbage Gatherer in Bloomington, Indiana, the Antecedent Pickup of the New Gathering by Philip Appleman
Skull were roll down the road in high spline trucks.
I knew it was clock to buy you and found you,
The latest sphere unscarred and undistorted in the stock,
Big as my own head.
It was epoch too to leave you imperforate and full-featured,
Care the grandpa of bill-five pumpkins in my preceding,
Khrushchev-cheeked and lodging on yourself,
Extreme knee of my immaturity.