by Daniel Hoffman One searches roads receding， endlessly receding， receding. The other opens all doors with the same key. Simple. One's quick to w...
by Daniel Hoffman One searches roads receding， endlessly receding， receding. The other opens all doors with the same key. Simple. One's quick to w...
by Mei-mei Berssenbrugge I did not know beforehand what would count for me as a new color. Its beauty is an analysis of things I believe in or experie...
by Ron McFarland for Robert Lowell Out here， we don't talk about culture， we think we are. We nurtured Ezra Pound who ran from us like hell and ne...
by Inger Christensen Translated by Susanna Nied I Up they soar， the planet's butterflies， pigments from the warm body of the earth， cinnabar， ochr...
by Langston Hughes I， too， sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes， But I laugh， And eat well， An...
by Emily Dickinson I'm Nobody！ Who are you？ Are you - Nobody - too？ Then there's a pair of us？ Don't tell！ they'd advertise - you know...
by Cornelius Eady Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman， Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you， if she could， About her...
by Martha Serpas Sometimes it's so hot the thistle bends to the morning dew and the limbs of trees seem so weighted they won't hold up moss an...
by Gerard Manley Hopkins I wake and feel the fell of dark， not day. What hours， O what black hours we have spent This night！ what sights you， heart， s...