by Agha Shahid Ali First， grant me my sense of history： I did it for posterity， for kindergarten teachers and a clear moral： Little girls shouldn'...
by Tennessee Williams The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun. Their lack of success in love has made them torpid. They move thei...
by Robert Gregory A drift of torn cloud， daylight that's open and clear. The grackles wheeze and groan like old retired gamblers as they wander an...
by A. R. Ammons I've pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I want I would， accepting the harmonious completion of the drift...
by Larry Levis Once， in a foreign country， I was suddenly ill. I was driving south toward a large city famous For so little it had a replica， in concr...
by Piotr Sommer Nothing will be the same as it was， even enjoying the same things won't be the same. Our sorrows will differ one from the other an...
by Charles Simic The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did， too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret Which they were abo...
by Steven Heighton After bedtime the child climbed on her dresser and peeled phosphorescent stars off the sloped gable-wall， dimming the night vault o...
by Langston Hughes Droning a drowsy syncopated tune， Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon， I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni...
by Toi Derricotte That time my grandmother dragged me through the perfume aisles at Saks， she held me up by my arm， hissing， "Stand up，" thr...