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 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 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 Robert Lewis Weeks Panther lies next to Wharncliffe and Wharncliffe next to Devon and Devon next to Delorme. In each a single fisherman casts in th...
by Aleda Shirley Taxes due， the anniversary of Henry James's death， & a brilliant sky rinsed of pollen & glare by yesterday's record r...
by W. D. Snodgrass The green catalpa tree has turned All white； the cherry blooms once more. In one whole year I haven't learned A blessed thing t...
by Reginald Shepherd lights scrolls across an unmade bed， we were setting out for Aries in paper planes （white dwarf stars bright in a wilderness of w...
by Rainer Maria Rilke （Translated by Stephen Mitchell） We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suf...
by Richard Tayson I'm late for the birth- day party， it's one of those cool after- noons when the world is clear， is made of glass， the sky so...
by Miranda Field No mortal ever learns to go to sleep definitively. No baby， animal or vegetable， intends to sink his vehicle in so soundless a lake. ...