by Chase Twichell Don't tell me we're not like plants， sending out a shoot when we need to， or spikes， poisonous oils， or flowers. Come to me ...
by Louis Simpson A light is on in my father's study. "Still up？" he says， and we are silent， looking at the harbor lights， listening to ...
by Matthew Rohrer In the middle garden is the secret wedding， that hides always under the other one and under the shiny things of the other one. Under...
by Thomas Heise My birthright I have traded for a petal dress and a summer eulogy. I have pawned my soul for this opal ring， the color of a pale， taxi...
by W. H. Auden Perfection， of a kind， was what he was after， And the poetry he invented was easy to understand； He knew human folly like the back of h...
by Charles Wright The brief secrets are still here， and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand， But I shake it off and watch the t...
by Eric Pankey Beyond the traceries of the auroras， The fires of tattered sea foam， The ghost-terrain of submerged icebergs； Beyond a cinder dome'...
by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Think not this paper comes with vain pretense To move your pity， or to mourn th' offense. Too well I know that hard o...
by Maxine Kumin Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful， quick a...
by Irving Feldman Their quarrel sent them reeling from the house. Anything， just get on the road and get away. Driven out， they drove. . . miles into ...