by Angie Estes How many in a field of wheat， and to whom do they belong？ O death， O grave， Bright star， thou bleeding piece of earth， thou shouldst be...
by Antonio Porchia （Translated by W. S. Merwin） Whatever I take， I take too much or too little； I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no...
by Louis Simpson and Marceline Desbordes-Valmore Do not write. I am sad， and want my light put out. Summers in your absence are as dark as a room. I h...
by M. L. Smoker And to think I had just paid a cousin twenty dollars to shovel the walk. He and two of his buddies， still smelling of an all-nighter， ...
by Edgar Lee Masters Out of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music； "With malice toward none， with charity for all." Out ...
by Lilah Hegnauer If I could choose， if it was possible， if I was worthy， if babies homes weren‘t crowded if aunts and grandparents weren‘...
by Baron Wormser A moment from a life——a husband holding up A tee-shirt for cursory inspection； A child trudging home from a dull school d...
by Wallace Stevens I placed a jar in Tennessee， And round it was， upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose...
by Mark Bibbins Someone waits at my door. Because he is dead he has time but I have my secrets—— this is what separates us from the dead. ...
by David Tucker Those footfalls on the stairs when the night shift went home， the sunlight fanning through the dinosaur's rib cage the janitor'...