by Robert Penn Warren From plane of light to plane， wings dipping through Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds， Out of the peak's black a...
by Eugene Field Wynken， Blynken， and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe，—— Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. &q...
by Gail Mazur Sometimes she's Confucian—— resolute in privation. . . . Each day， more immobile， hip not mending， legs swollen； still s...
by Karla Kuskin Write about a radish Too many people write about the moon. The night is black The stars are small and high The clock unwinds its ever-...
by Agha Shahid AliWhat will suffice for a true-love knot？ Even the rain？But he has bought grief's lottery， bought even the rain."our glosses ...
by Aimee Nezhukumatathil I don't mean when a movie ends， as in， it's a！ Nor tortillas splitting with the heavy wet of bean. And I don't me...
by Heather McHugh 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear. Calm comes from burning. Tall comes from fast. Comely doesn't come from come. Pers...
by Inge Pederson （Translated by Marilyn Nelson） Cold comes from every corner. It‘s snowing. And from the train Europe looks like a brittle roman...
by Liz Waldner The better to hear you with， my dear. Come right in， prayer. Let those who have ears to hear， hear. （Ab. Sourd， bien s？r.） Of course， o...
by Sandra Alcosser Some days he'd rub two pegs together until they made a greasy hum like rain， the sound of moles grawing the dirt's grain， t...