by C. K. Williams The first morning of Three Mile Island： those first disquieting， uncertain， mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have bee...
by Frank Stanford They caught them. They were sitting at a table in the kitchen. It was early. They had on bathrobes. They were drinking coffee and sm...
by David St. John It was there， in that little town On top of the mountain， they walked， Francesco and Chiara， That's who they were， that's wh...
by Kenneth Koch Patrizia doesn't want to Talk about love she Says she just Wants to make Love but she talks About it almost endlessly to me. It is...
by Percy Bysshe Shelley Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing Heaven， and gazing on the earth， Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a d...
by Jeanne Steig "My feet's a revelation， And that's my guarantee. They're the worstest smellin' pair of feet On man or chimpanzee...
by Gary Snyder Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest I slept under rhododendron All night blossoms fell Shivering ona sheet of cardboard Feet stuck ...
by Sharon Olds But I love the I， steel I-beam that my father sold. They poured the pig iron into the mold， and it fed out slowly， a bending jelly in t...
by Howard Nemerov after information received in The St. Louis Post-Dispatch， 4 v 86 The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi， in Missour...
by Yuko Taniguchi My language has its own world where he doesn't know how to live， but he should learn my language； then he can call my mother to ...