Collateral DamageU. A. FanthorpeThe minor diplomat who brings terms for a ceasefireEnters through a side-door, in the small hours,Wearing a belted rai...
Clothes in the ClosetMartha RonkLimp as dishcloths（抹布）, they hang, useless in the backs of closets -- jackets or dresses or shifts worn in years gone ...
Muscle of difficultyAlice MajorNovember's clench. A sullen（愠怒的） bandof cloud is louring in the West --a low forehead, a corrugated（波纹的） frown.Behi...
To WinterRebecca DunhamYou are catch-less, you are my abandonment—You are my very own sweet crone（老母羊）.Timeless slab of ice and raw scrub, you e...
Fire SermonRobert GrayThe lissome（柔软的） bay is silvered slightly, in its supine lightness;a stocking-textured watertakes the morning's cerise（樱桃色）....
Demeter Speaks After a Long SilenceRosemary CatacalosWho are you, gardener?You dig deeply into me,into the dark home of the oldwoman who is a childles...
EpicAnge MlinkoIt's you I'd like to see Greece again withYou I'd like to take to bed of cyclamenYou know I nurse a certain mythabout mysel...
In Bloom, Where the Meadow RisesNathaniel PerryDo you remember when the sky burned downits wick of light as an April cold came onthe evening of your f...
A History of MourningRobert BlyIt's odd that evening is so speckled（点缀） with grief.Birds start singing when the branch reddens.But we write our po...
PolaroidAndrew ElliottI once got talking to a girl on a bus.Her father had worked for the US Air Force.She said it had been to do with black shit and ...