by Lucille Clifton （at St. Mary's） may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may y...
by Sherwin Bitsui Point north， north where they walk in long blankets of curled bark， dividing a line in the sand， smelling like cracked shell， desert...
by Charles Simic St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila， beautiful and grave， Turned her back on ...
by César Vallejo Translated by Robert Bly I will die in Paris， on a rainy day， on some day I can already remember. I will die in Paris—&m...
by Wallace Stevens She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice， Like a body wholly body， fluttering Its empty sleev...
by Harryette Mullen We need quarters like King Tut needed a boat. A slave could row him to heaven from his crypt in Egypt full of loot. We've live...
by Michael Collier One had feathers like a blood-streaked koi， another a tail of color-coded wires. One was a blackbird stretching orchid wings， anoth...
by Jim Harrison A secret came a week ago though I already knew it just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness. The very alive souls of thirty-five h...
by Alicia Suskin Ostriker -for Elizabeth Bishop Tuwee， calls a bird near the house， Tuwee， cries another， downhill in the woods. No wind， early Septem...
by Ruth Herschberger I swam the Huron of love， and am not ashamed， It was many saw me do it， scoffing， scoffing， They said it was foolish， winter and ...