by Lawrence Joseph In the house in Detroit in a room of shadows when grandma reads her Arabic newspaper it is difficult for me to follow her word by w...
by Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may， Old Time is still a-flying； And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glor...
by Jorie Graham In this blue light I can take you there， snow having made me a world of bone seen through to. This is my house， my section of Etruscan...
by Robert Penn Warren So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet， Our strict and desperate avatar， Despite that antique westward gulls lament Ov...
by Naomi Shihab Nye Tonight I lingered over your name， the delicate assembly of vowels a voice inside my head. You were sleeping when I arrived. I sto...
by Amy Clampitt Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload： hardtop reverting to tar smudge， wax shi...
by Ander Monson It covers everything， a glossy January rind along tires. Sunny days have brought it out， burned away the ice， left the calcified tidel...
by Kim Addonizio In this shallow creek they flop and writhe forward as the dead float back toward them. Oh， I know what I should say： fierce burning i...
by Li Ch'ing-chao （Translated by Arthur Sze） When night comes， I am so flushed with wine， I undo my hair slowly： a plum calyx is stuck on a damage...
by John Koethe It's like living in a light bulb， with the leaves Like filaments and the sky a shell of thin， transparent glass Enclosing the late ...