Bone FiresMark JarmanThe manikin（侏儒，时装模特） 's head is filled with water so When the bonfire（篝火，营火） brings it to a boil It explodes and shoots up in...
I held back so muchafraid to show my deepest feelings your gentleness and honestyencouraged me to open upand I started a trust in you that I never had...
Visiting Stanley KunitzMichael LongleyI have flown the Atlantic To reach you in your chair. Cuddling（拥抱） up, we talk about Flowers, important things, ...
Landscape with Figures Partially ErasedD. A. PowellFirst, it's just the faces disappearing. Because, deflected（偏离的） , as the faces long have been,...
The Next ApartmentD. NurkseI lived beside the lovers on that linden-shaded industrial block between Linwood and Crescent. How they argued! Once he pou...
Jonathan, O JonathanMargaret Avison The spokes of sun have pronged and spun: a bowling barrow—paddle-wheel—or rein（缰绳，驾驭） held taut（拉紧的，...
Some Years in the History of Love PoetryMichelle BoisseauTwo streams careened（倾斜） from mountains aimlessly driven, like all lovers, searching basin an...
Fathers and SonsPatrick LaneI will walk across the long slow grass where the desert sun waits among the stones and reach down into the heavy earth and...
Be Here FirstEllen Doré WatsonI don't know my trees but I know my trees. Their angling for（谋取） what has spurned（唾弃，冷落） them; their spitting...
Bellaghy Winner of the 2009-2010 AWP Intro Journals Project, selected by Lynn Powell Stepping off the bus from Magherafelt, I feel my ass pinched（压紧...