by Tom Andrews To disappear into the right words and to be their meanings. . . October dusk. Pink scraps of clouds， a plum-colored sky. The sycamore t...
by Lucie Brock-Broido After vespers， after the first snow has fallen to its squalls， after New Wave， after the anorexics have curled into their geomet...
by Thomas Hardy When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay， And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings， Delicate-...
by H. D.I should have thoughtin a dream you would have broughtsome lovely， perilous thing，orchids piled in a great sheath，as who would say （in a dream...
The Poet took his walking-stick Of fine and polished ebony. Set in the close-grained wood Were quaint devices； Patterns in ambers， And in the clouded ...
by Robert Burns Flow gently， sweet Afton， among thy green braes， Flow gently， I'll sing thee a song in thy praise； My Mary's asleep by thy mur...
by Erin Belieu When I think of the many people who privately despise children， I can't say I'm completely shocked， having been one. I was not ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows， When June is past， the fading rose； For in your beauty's orient deep， These flowers， as in their causes， sleep....
by Robert Creeley Most explicit—— the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges on...
Come closer， kind， white， long-familiar friend， Embrace me， fold me to thy broad， soft breast. Life has grown strange and cold， but thou dost bend Mil...