by Anthony Hecht I'm mighty glad to see you， Mrs. Curtis， And thank you very kindly for this visit Especially now when all the others here Are hav...
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The tide rises， the tide falls， The twilight darkens， the curlew calls； Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller...
by Alfred Corn The first will no doubt begin with morning's Stainless-steel manners and possibilities Out of number. Sunlight scold too much？ So a...
by Don Paterson Jamie made his landing in the world so hard he ploughed straight back into the earth. They caught him by the head of his one breath an...
by Stanley Kunitz 1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope to play I scuffed in the d...
by Susan Yuzna I had my order. Not of the choirs of angels， but of the countries we called in the stone dead heart of the night. Japan was a young wom...
by Hilarie Jones I was twenty-six the first time I held a human heart in my hand. It was sixty-four and heavier than I expected， its chambers slack； a...
by Amy Lowell When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridge...
by Mark Jarman In Ball's Market after surfing till noon， We stand in wet trunks， shivering， As icing dissolves off our sweet rolls Inside the heat...
by Amy Clampitt An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews， sphagnum-lines and shaped like a teacup. A step down ...