by Ted KooserSlap of the screen door， flat knockof my grandmother's boxy black shoeson the wooden stoop， the hush and sweepof her knob-kneed， cott...
by Heather McHugh We were supposed to do a job in Italy and， full of our feeling for ourselves （our sense of being Poets from America） we went from Ro...
by Michael Teig I could stay here humming and amuse myself with the window. The lowing cows you cannot see. Another month I made up. Another asterisk....
by Betsy Brown All the chairs and the long brown couch just lay down on the floor in a line and the thin curtains joined them， sort of on the side or ...
by E. Ethelbert Miller Everything Each eye exists embracing exceptional emerald evenings Evolution explains Eden's evil Earth's ecology equate...
by Mark Wunderlich A story： There was a cow in the road， struck by a semi—— half-moon of carcass and jutting legs， eyes already milky with...
by Jane Kenyon I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat， with a hard， brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain...
by Richard Matthews （after a painting by Georg Bazelitz） When the red chair suspended in air grazes the top of your head and the white pitcher that re...
by D.H. Lawrence They say the sea is cold， but the sea contains the hottest blood of all， and the wildest， the most urgent. All the whales in the wide...
by Lucie Brock-Broido In the roan hour between then & then again， the now， in the Babel Of a sorrel ship gone horizontal to a prow of night， the b...