30 Poems in 30 Days: Fundraiser for the Ithaca Sanctuary Alliance

DAY 24   9:08 AM (0 minutes ago) LATE SEPTEMBER                              Susan Weitz A perfect summer arrived on the first of autumn with bulging bags of singsong breezes and a sweater of migratory birds. Maybe the beach was weary and sent its weather west. Chickadees turned their volume up, warbling like faulty church organs. Painted trees preened in the bay window. Carbonated air and angling geese reminded us, like librarians, that summer is overdue: There would be fines.     LOOKING UP AT THE NIGHT SKY . . .  DAPHNE SOLA   We used to see a vast number of stars winking light out of darkness  a canopy that moved from east to west covering the earth    our earth    but 'our' has gone    we now know much more  and thank science and its melee  of facts    all marvelous...

DAY 23 Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti -  Eugenio Montale      (TRANSLATED BELOW BY ROB SCOT)   Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti Nel mio terreno bruciato dal salino, E mostri tutto il giorno agli azzurri specchianti Del cielo l’ansieta` del suo volto giallino.   Tendono alla chiarita` le cose oscure, Si esauriscono I corpi in un fluire Si tinte: queste in musiche. Svanire E dunque la ventura delle venture.   Portami tu la pianta che conduce Dove sorgono bionde trasparenze E vapora la vita quale essenza; Portami il girasole impazzito di luce. Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti     Bring Me the Sunflower—a loose translation BY ROB SCOT Eugenio Montale   Bring me the sunflower and let me transplant it Here in the ground that is burnt by the sea’s salt spray And it shall reflect across the mirroring blue of the sky Its anxious face all day.   Dark things seek the clarity of light The body’s weary tones fade Into hues of...