Thursday Love Poems by Mark Strand

Micah‘s Friday love poem post got me thinking that it’s been some time since we’ve had a proper Thursday Love Poem feature here on The Dad Poet.  If you’re a new visitor and don’t know what a Thursday Love Poem is, you can check out the original here.  The feature is based on Edna St. Vincent…

A Dysfunctional Thursday Love Poem, by Me

Since some of you have been asking for more poems by me, I thought that this weird little piece, published the same time as “Years Later” would provide a more lighthearted change of pace for our Thursday Love Poem feature. If you are not familiar with the Thursday Love Poem, it is based on Edna…

One Perfect Thursday Love Poem, with Dorothy Parker

We’re due for another Thursday Love poem feature, and so in the spirit of “Thursday,” a sort-of love poem by one of my poetic heroines, Edna St. Vincent Millay, I give you a piece from another New York mistress of words and wit, Dorothy Parker. If you’re not familiar with the Thursday Love Poem feature,…

A Thursday Love Poem, Samuel West Makes a “Proposal”

It’s the third Thursday of (inter)National Poetry Month and we have yet to indulge ourselves in a Thursday Love Poem. Well, we are overdue, aren’t we? We started this occasional feature back in October with the poem which serves as its flagship piece, “Thursday,” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. If you want to get an…

A Thursday Love Poem, Edgar Allan Poe Meets Stevie Nicks

Although she is a classy, gorgeous woman, I am not sure that she would be Poe’s type. Stevie Nicks might well be too strong and independent for the old-fashioned American Romantic, though I think he might have loved her in the recent season of American Horror Story Coven, where she played “herself in a universe…

A Thursday Love Poem (or Two) with E.E. Cummings

My dear friend and champion of peace, Ann Keeler Evans has been reminding me lately about the importance of being present, and in-the-moment. But after starting the new year with a bad cold, followed by a knock-out horrible bout of the flu virus, I found myself needing a little bit of hope. And she’s right, as…