by William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves， or none， or few， do hang Upon those boughs which shake against th...
by May Swenson "He who has reached the highest degree of emptiness will be secure in repose."——A Taoist saying My dumpy little m...
by Noah Eli Gordon To say sleep works by accumulation is to disregard the weather in my head. It makes a genius of the pillow， an apt anthropomorphic ...
by David Ferry By the last few times we saw her it was clear That things were different. When you tried to help her Get out of the car or get from the...
by George Keithley Behind bejeweled fingers they grinned， they tittered， to hear their friend——his cup filled to spilling——pro...
by Susan Wheeler Purse be full again， or else must I die. This is the wish the trees in hell's seventh circle lacked， bark ripped by monstrous dog...
by Chiao Meng Translated by David Hinton Apricots died young in blossoms still nipples. Frost cut them free， and their scattering made me mourn the ch...
by Conrad Aiken I How shall we praise the magnificence of the dead， The great man humbled， the haughty brought to dust？ Is there a horn we should not ...
by Alberto Ríos Mr. Teodoro Luna in his later years had taken to kissing His wife Not so much with his lips as with his brows. This is not to s...
by Erica Funkhouser Last night the animals beneath her window crept out of hiding to comb the dirt from each other's fur. Rising to watch， she dis...