by Eugenio Montale （Translated by Lee Gerlach） Hear me a moment. Laureate poets seem to wander among plants no one knows： boxwood， acanthus， where not...
by Garrett Hongo In Chicago， it is snowing softly and a man has just done his wash for the week. He steps into the twilight of early evening， carrying...
by Brigit Pegeen Kelly My father said I could not do it， but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still， the canals ran steadily. I was a g...
by Deborah Digges I can bless a death this human， this leaf the size of my hand. From the life-line spreads a sapped， distended jaundice toward the ed...
by Steven Kronen And night and the large wheels turning， rutting the earth toward the cannon‘s thunder. He looked up from the piano to find her ...
by Elizabeth Alexander I am lazy， the laziest girl in the world. I sleep during the day when I want to， 'til my face is creased and swollen， '...
by Rodney Jones It has taken thirty-five years to be this confident of what happens between the noun and the verb. Eventually， love goes. The image. T...
by Robert Louis Stevenson From Breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay， But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod...
by Frazier Russell Say it's the year of their courtship， your mother and father， in the ballroom of the Shoreham Hotel， summer 1952. In this plush...
by Lord Alfred Tennyson Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye， That clothe the wold and meet the sky； And through the f...