‘Dew’ by Kay Ryan

Image source: Library of Congress As neatly as peas in their green canoe, as discreetly as beads strung in a row, sit drops of dew along a blade of grass. But unattached and subject to their weight, they slip if they accumulate. Down the green tongue out of the morning sun into the general damp,

‘A Name’ by Ada Limón

Image source: Kentucky Lex Go When Eve walked among the animals and named them — nightingale, red-shouldered hawk, fiddler crab, fallow deer — I wonder if she ever wanted them to speak back, looked into their wide wonderful eyes and whispered, “Name me, name me.” – Ada Limón (1976) I found this poem while riding