by John Brehm I'm so wildly unprolific， the poems I have not written would reach from here to the California coast if you laid them end to end. An...
by Muriel Rukeyser When I wrote of the women in their dances and wildness， it was a mask， on their mountain， gold-hunting， singing， in orgy， it was a ...
by Sarah Getty sits with a small smile， watching two speckled frogs or lizards run right and left， apart， together on long legs bendable as rubber. He...
by Daniel Hoffman Arriving at last It has stumbled across the harsh Stones， the black marshes. True to itself， by what craft And strength it has， it h...
by Lesle Lewis Happy for nothing， we could be with no dinner to cook. Absence is gigantic in our heads and houses. We‘re old and it’s bold...
by Judith Ortiz Cofer We played a hiding game， the son of my mother's friend and I， until he chased me into the toolshed and bolted the door from ...
by Joshua Clover Music： Sexual misery is wearing you out. Music： Known as the Philosopher‘s Stair for the world-weariness which climbing it insp...
by Edna St. Vincent Millay Strong sun， that bleach The curtains of my room， can you not render Colourless this dress I wear？—— This violen...
by Meena Alexander June already， it's your birth month， nine months since the towers fell. I set olive twigs in my hair torn from a tree in Centra...
by Robert Browning I Hamelin Town's in Brunswick， By famous Hanover city； The river Weser， deep and wide， Washes its wall on the southern side； A ...