by Wallace Stevens I Among twenty snowy mountains， The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds， Like a tree In which t...
by Dennis Lee I'm thinking in bed， Cause I can't get out Till I learn how to think What I'm thinking about； What I'm thinking about Is...
by Joshua Beckman They'll spend the summer crushing the garden a steam let off slowly....
by Thomas Wyatt They flee from me， that sometime did me seek， With naked foot stalking in my chamber. I have seen them， gentle， tame， and meek， That n...
by Emily Dickinson There's a certain Slant of light， Winter Afternoons That oppresses， like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes Heavenly Hurt， it gives us...
by John Montague There are days when one should be able to pluck off one's head like a dented or worn helmet， straight from the nape and collarbon...
by Sara Teasdale There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground， And swallows circling with their shimmering sound； And frogs in the pools sin...
by Natasha Trethewey You can get there from here， though there's no going home. Everywhere you go will be somewhere you've never been. Try thi...
by Douglas Goetsch I'd walk close to buildings counting bricks， run my finger in the grout till it grew hot and numb. Bricks in a row， rows on a f...
by Spencer Reece I was a full-time house sitter. I had no title. I lived in a farmhouse， on a small hill， surrounded by 100 acres. All was still. The ...