by Michael Teig I could stay here humming and amuse myself with the window. The lowing cows you cannot see. Another month I made up. Another asterisk....
by Heather McHugh We were supposed to do a job in Italy and， full of our feeling for ourselves （our sense of being Poets from America） we went from Ro...
by Ted KooserSlap of the screen door， flat knockof my grandmother's boxy black shoeson the wooden stoop， the hush and sweepof her knob-kneed， cott...
by Terrance Hayes Fred Sanford's on at 12 & I'm standing in the express lane （cash only） about to buy Head & Shoulders the white peopl...
by Edna St. Vincent Millay What lips my lips have kissed， and where， and why， I have forgotten， and what arms have lain Under my head till morning； bu...
by Claire Bateman CONGRATULATIONS！ You， （insert name here）， have just won A UNIQUE & FABULOUS PRIZE. Within the next 24 hours， you are GUARANTEED ...
by Melody Lacina It tastes like your first kiss， but you have to let it ripen until you almost think it's too late， the beautiful bright body spoi...
by Adrienne Rich First having read the book of myths， and loaded the camera， and checked the edge of the knife-blade， I put on the body-armor of black...
by Basil Bunting Poetry？ It's a hobby. I run model trains. Mr. Shaw there breeds pigeons. It's not work. You dont sweat. Nobody pays for it. Y...
by Robert Lowell My Dolphin， you only guide me by surprise， a captive as Racine， the man of craft， drawn through his maze of iron composition by the i...