by Andrew Marvell My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay， And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a gla...
by John Surowiecki I Our mower is young and broad-shouldered： so were we. Love confuses him as it once did us； the pain he feels he believes to be gen...
by Sarah Manguso That we rode harder into the wind， That the story got told， That the broken candies were eaten first， That they were eaten last， That...
by E. E. Cummings Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus h...
by Edgar Bowers With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill The crevices in grave plots' broken stones. The bees renew the blossoms they destro...
by Denise Duhamel In the 5th century B.C. an Indian philosopher Gautama teaches "All is emptiness" and "There is no self." In the ...
by Gwendolyn Brooks Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get， The damp small pulps with a little or w...
by David Romtvedt The dark sky opens and it starts to rain. I go outside to stand in the stream， the longed-for gift of water where it hasn't rain...
by Lisa Jarnot and at noon I will fall in love and nothing will have meaning except for the brownness of the sky， and tradition， and water and in the ...
by Yosl Grinshpan Once she was a beauty. But that was in Sicilia. Now she is a miner's wife， mother of a big famiglia. Once she wrapped her maiden...