by Robert Creeley The words are a beautiful music. The words bounce like in water. Water music， loud in the clearing off the boats， birds， leaves. The...
by Paul Celan Translated by Jerome Rothenberg Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at nig...
by May Swenson In the pond in the park all things are doubled： Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing on clouds below...
by ángel González Translated by David Ignatow Of the hundreds of deaths that inhabit me， this one today bleeds the least. It's the d...
by Charles Simic Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth....
by John Donne Death， be not proud， though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful， for thou are not so； For those whom thou think'st thou dost o...
by Joanna Goodman Tell the truth： no key appeared in your mouth， no sound like mum， which wouldn't help anyway. Give me a word to get through the ...
by Juliana Spahr As it happens every night， beloveds， while we turned in the night sleeping uneasily the world went on without us. We live in our own ...
by William Wordsworth ——A simple child， That lightly draws its breath， And feels its life in every limb， What should it know of death？ I m...
by Joy Harjo Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore. It was the coldest night of the year， every place shut dow...