William Butler Yeats: A Prayer for My Daughter
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
James Davis May: Moonflowers
We praise the world by making
others see what we see. So now she points and feels
what must be pride when the bloom unlocks itself
from itself. And then she turns to look at me.
Liza Katz Duncan: Bayshore Elegy
You’d have to be crazy to call home
a strip of sand that will be underwater
in fifty years and oh,
my God, what does that make me?
Sydney Lea: A Monk After Dark
One boot sags like him in his cubicle’s corner.
He drops the other to the floor with a grimace.
Carolyn Miller: Street Trees of San Francisco
despite everything
that keeps going wrong—the ginkgos,
opening tiny green fans.
James C. Nieh: Unlocking secrets of the honeybee dance language
Bees learn and culturally transmit their communication skills.
Audio: Grateful Dead Live at Barton Hall, Cornell University, 1977-05-08
Generally considered one of The Grateful Dead’s best performances…