by Larry Levis The trees went up the hill And over it. Then the dry grasses of the pasture were Only a kind of blonde light Settling everywhere And fr...
by Christopher Logue To welcome Hector to his death God sent a rolling thunderclap across the sky The city and the sea And momentarily—— T...
by A. R. Ammons When you consider the radiance， that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook and cranny ...
by Alberto Ríos We live in secret cities And we travel unmapped roads. We speak words between us that we recognize But which cannot be looked u...
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight， When the night is beginning to lower， Comes a pause in the day's occupations， Tha...
by Shara McCallum Reincarnation， life everlasting—— call it whatever you will—— it will not change the facts： we are ashes of ...
by Dean Young It's not only the word roses lurking inside neurosis or the fact that most of my formal education occurred in the midwest， so too my...
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Fran...
by Oliver Wendell Holmes This is the ship of pearl， which， poets feign， Sails the unshadowed main， The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer ...
by Alberto Ríos I've heard this thing where， when someone dies， People close up all the holes around the house- The keyholes， the chimney， ...