by Homero Aridjis Translated by Eliot Weinberger A Octavio Paz El poema gira sobre la cabeza de un hombre en círculos ya próximos ya ale...
by John Dryden Why should a foolish marriage vow， Which long ago was made， Oblige us to each other now When passion is decay'd？ We loved， and we l...
by E. E. Cummings why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquote to prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare ...
by Derick Burleson The Kinyarwandan word which means both yesterday and tomorrow World resolves itself in crowded crane's liquid eye， in the cry o...
by Christopher Bursk Because one day I grew so bored with Lucretius， I fell in love with the one object that seemed to be stationary， the sleeping kid...
by Michael Palmer It is scribbled along the body Impossible even to say a word An alphabet has been stored beneath the ground It is a practice alphabe...
by Martha Ronk Why knowing is a quality out of fashion and no one can decide to but slips into it or ends up with a painting one has never seen that q...
by Lawrence Raab Because so much consequential thinking happens in the rain. A steady mist to recall departures， a bitter downpour for betrayal. As if...
by Suzanne Rancourt I can remember my father bringing home spruce gum. He worked in the woods and filled his pockets with golden chunks of pitch. For ...
by Randall JarrellIf， in an odd angle of the hutment，A puppy laps the water from a canOf flowers， and the drunk sergeant shavingWhistles O Paradiso！&m...