by Edgar Lee Masters She took my strength by minutes， She took my life by hours， She drained me like a fevered moon That saps the spinning world. The ...
by Rebecca Wee How can she be beautiful？ Eyes， ribs， the slope and angle of bone. The flesh itself is finished， so close it's come to the end of h...
by Billy Collins I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I ...
by Ralph Burns A man staring at a small lake sees His father cast light line out over The willows. He's forgotten his Father has been dead for two...
by Bruce Beasley Lord Nelson's hand， blasted off by musket-fire at Tenerife， stayed clutched into a fist in the gap below his stump， the unbeholda...
by Kurt Brown A man spends his whole life fishing in himself for something grand. It's like some lost lunker， big enough to break all records. But...
by Michael Burkard I think I was on a balcony overlooking the whole thing. ——Yusef Komunyakaa "April Fool's Day" No soon， no...
by Robert Pinsky In the skull kept on the desk. In the spider-pod in the dust. Or nowhere. In milkmaids， in loaves， Or nowhere. And if Socrates leaves...
by Lord Alfred Tennyson It little profits that an idle king， By this still hearth， among these barren crags， Matched with an aged wife， I mete and dol...
by Barry Ballard When the earth is tempered， compressed and cooled in the heavens like something somber and inanimate， I wonder if we'll be photog...