by Timothy Liu fire in that square floodlit by crimson gels left onstage a floating red silk scarf that snaked around the nimblest calves unable to ou...
by John Canaday Amman sprawls， sun-struck， on seven hills， like a latter-day Rome， only less so. It was， in fact， once Roman， as the ruined theater do...
by Anne Bradstreet In silent night when rest I took， For sorrow near I did not look， I waken'd was with thund'ring noise And piteous shrieks o...
by Amy Clampitt Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were： a large flock of winter-bedcover...
by Matthew Rohrer Then there was the night I decided that if I ignored everyone I would transcend， so I covered my ears with my hands， stepped off the...
by Michael Teig Thank you for the gift. Never have I seen a more thoughtful tea-strainer. For you I'm striking a silent movie pose. For instance， ...
by Ned O'Gorman Where the pulp lifts its germ and the sludge of beauty sighs， where the leaf pulls the branch to the breathy earth， where the rind...
by Claudia Rankine There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died. This is not to suggest no one died. When I was eight my mother became pre...
by Meredith Stricker The theme is forgiveness， the theme is justice （deferred， delayed， obtained）。 The theme is rejoicing alternating with suffering （...
by Theodore Roethke The poem， even a short time after being written， seems no miracle； unwritten， it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods. ...