by Michael Lally all the forbidden fruit I ever dreamt of——or was taught to resist and fear——ripens and blossoms under the pal...
by Kevin Young HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES STOP LOVE YOUR LATEST SHOW STOP THIS NO PHONE STUFF IS FOR BIRDS LIKE YOU STOP ONCE SHOUTED UP FROM STREE...
by Frank Bidart Bound， hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness， the world that at a drop of water rises without ...
by Rae Armantrout If sadness is akin to patience， we're back！ Pattern recognition was our first response to loneliness. Here and there were like o...
by Edgar Bowers "Who is Apollo？" College student How shall a generation know its story If it will know no other？ When， among The scoffers at...
by Christina Rossetti Does the road wind up-hill all the way？ Yes， to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day？ From morn to n...
by Marilyn Hacker August First： it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented unseen. I...
by Claudia Reder "Everyone needs one untranslatable song."——Juarroz On hearing the striped contralto of guinea fowl， its mock op...
by John Ashbery Kind of empty in the way it sees everything， the earth gets to its feet and salutes the sky. More of a success at it this time than mo...
by Joshua Beckman Unslide the door， uncap the lazy little coffee cup. The pasty people must be part of the dinner. And a city turns its incapacity in，...