Sunday, April 27, 2008

The Fourth Daily Poem Project, Week Ten

THE FOURTH DAILY POEM PROJECT, WEEK TEN

Here are the poems to vote for in week ten of my fourth Daily Poem Project (the poems on Poetry Daily from Monday, April 21, to Sunday, April 27):

64. Dream-I-Believe, by Glyn Maxwell
65. That Little Something, by Charles Simic
66. Grandmother, by Valzhyna Mort (tr. by the author, Elizabeth Oehlkers Wright and Franz Wright)
67. Treason, by James Tate
68. The Secret Room, by David Kirby
69. Insurance , by Peter Waldor
70. Night. Fire, by Elaine Sexton

This is the tenth week of twelve weeks, at the end of which all the winners will be put together for a final vote.

HOW TO VOTE: Please vote for only ONE poem. You can send your vote to me by email or as a comment on the blog. If you want to vote by commenting but do not want your vote to appear on the blog, you just have to say so in your comment (I moderate all comments). (If you read this on Facebook, please vote on my blog and not as a comment on Facebook.) I will post comments as they come in (unless you tell me not to post the comment, of course).


You may vote by the title, the author's name, or the number of the poem in the list above. Please make a final decision and vote for only one poem (although it is always interesting to see people's lists).

Please VOTE BY SATURDAY, May 3! But I will still accept votes as long as I have not posted the final results, which I will do on May 4. If you would like to receive an email announcing the posting of the results, make sure to get me your email address somehow (if it is not available through your blogger profile or the like, say).

The winner of week 1 was Alison Brackenbury's "Edward Thomas's daughter."
The winner of week 2 was Martha Zweig's "Overturn."
The winner of week 3 was B. T. Shaw's "We End, Like Galileo."
The winner of week 4 was Damian Walford Davies's "Plague."
The winner of week 5 was Mary Jo Salter's "Point of View."
The winner of week 6 was Bill Zavatsky's "Ode to the Maker of Odes."
The winner of week 7 was Marie Howe's "The Star Market."
The winner of week 8 was Adam Zagajewski's "In a Little Apartment," translated by Clare Cavanagh
The co-winners of week 9 were Sidney Wade's Siamo a la Frutta and John Rybicki's Her Body Like a Lantern Next to Me.

10 comments:

Katy said...

Treason, by James Tate, with Night. Fire, by Elaine Sexton as my runner-up.

Treason made me laugh & say "I really like that!" out loud (Bruce asked what I was talking about & I had him read it when I was done with all the poems.)

Night. Fire has really nice rhythm.

I also liked The Secret Room, by David Kirby, but I thought it took a little too long, for my taste, to get to the pay-off.

Colin Will said...

Elaine Sexton

Andrew Shields said...

For me, it came down to Maxwell or Kirby, and I've decided to go for Maxwell. I have enjoyed the work of both these poets in the past (Maxwell being one of my favorite contemporary poets, in fact), and I enjoyed both their poems here, but Maxwell's gets my nod because this poem is not like any of his other work, while Kirby's is, if you will, a fine example of a Kirby poem. So for not sounding like a Maxwell poem, Maxwell's gets my vote.

Sorlil said...

I very much like 'Night. Fire'.

RC said...

Treason

Ms Baroque said...

Ohhh, no no no, I'm horribly torn between the James Tate and that wonderful one called Insurance. The Tate is like a cartoon, I can;t remember the name of the cartoonist but I can see it in my mind's eye. I also love the first Simic one.

But I might go for "Insurance." It is economical, evocative, musical, and packed with unspoken meaning.

Gabe said...

None of these was really my style, but I'll go with "Little Something."

swiss said...

has to be mort for me with peter waldor in second

brian salchert said...

Am absenting again because I was in
the Iowa MFA class Tate was in.

brian salchert said...

Have no idea who is tied with whom,
but since the results are not yet
up, I'm changing my "absent" to a
vote for Tate's "Treason" because
the "I" in it seems trapped
no matter what he(?) actually does,
the conversational humor aside.