by Betty Adcock Dusk and snow this hour in argument have settled nothing. Light persists， and darkness. If a star shines now， that shine is swallowed ...
by Marilyn Hacker We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby on the mountain. I am in a cold stream w...
by Greg Hewett It's obvious beauty is a postage stamp， a composed self-portrait of Frida Kahlo wearing a simple necklace， an image chosen by the U...
by Emily Dickinson It's all I have to bring today - This， and my heart beside - This， and my heart， and all the fields - And all the meadows wide ...
by Gillian Conoley The sewing machine had a sort of genius， high， oily and red over that little hellion's pants. Joy and Pain crossing legs， then ...
by Peter Gizzi A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick. I saw rooftops. The sun after a rain shower. Liz， there are children in clumsy jac...
by Miguel de Unamuno Translated by Lillian Jean Stafford and William Stafford It is night， in my study. The deepest solitude； I hear the steady shudde...
by James Tate I was outside St. Cecelia's Rectory smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me. It was mostly black and white， with a little...
by Nathaniel Mackey - "mu" fifth part - His they their we， their he his was but if need be one， self- extinguishing I， neither sham nor excu...
by Robbie Klein It never completely gets dark on those back roads. There are stars， deceptively few. And velvet consumes and velvet erupts： the softne...