by Vona Groarke In the window of the drawing-room there is a rush of white as you pass in which the figure of your husband is， for a moment， framed. H...
by Madeline DeFrees That Sunday at the zoo I understood the child I never had would look like this： stiff-fingered spastic hands， a steady drool， and ...
by W. H. Auden The piers are pummelled by the waves； In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train； Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic ...
by Michael Benedikt The European Shoe is covered with grass and reed， bound up and wound around so that it may slip easily over the wearer's head....
by James Weldon Johnson （A Funeral Sermon） Weep not， weep not， She is not dead； She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband—&m...
by Jim Simmerman Sometimes I picture your face on money. But this isn't Rome， where they know what money's worth， which is almost the paper it...
by Mark Halperin Amused when she asks， is your wife Jewish？ and， because it's easier， because I don't want to think， I answer yes. It's th...
by John Canaday In early spring， here in the Rub 'al Khali， Gabriel swings his goad over the humped backs of swollen clouds. They roar like angry ...
by Wallace Stevens Call the roller of big cigars， The muscular one， and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in suc...
by Jessie Haas Feed them some small treat. Notice the surprised forward flick of ears， the lightening and softening of their large， beautiful eyes. Ho...