by Elizabeth Bishop Although it is a cold evening， down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting， his net， in the gloaming almost invisible， a...
by Edgar Lee Masters In youth my wings were strong and tireless， But I did not know the mountains. In age I knew the mountains But my weary wings coul...
by Michel Deguy At sunrise I arose To the sound the machine animals make passing by in the streets over heads Was it briefly interminable or intermina...
by Donald Hall To grow old is to lose everything. Aging， everybody knows it. Even when we are young， we glimpse it sometimes， and nod our heads when a...
by Terrance HayesThey are like those crazy womenwho tore Orpheuswhen he refused to sing，these men grindingin the strobe & black lightsof Pegasus. ...
by Tomas Transtromer （Translated by Robert Bly） Once there was a shock that left behind a long， shimmering comet tail. It keeps us inside. It makes th...
by Hart Crane Often beneath the wave， wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their numbers as he watched...
by Stephen Burt Cover me quietly， stone. I wrote verse. I meant little in life， blamed few and injured none； I tried to get along. My writings kept me...
by Minnie Bruce Pratt It's at dinnertime the stories come， abruptly， as they sit down to food predictable as ritual. Pink lady peas， tomatoes red ...
by Charles Wright East of me， west of me， full summer. How deeper than elsewhere the dusk is in your own yard. Birds fly back and forth across the law...