by Stanley Plumly Some——the ones with fish names——grow so north they last a month， six weeks at most. Some others， named for t...
by Kathryn Stripling Byer I hoe thawed ground with a vengeance. Winter has left my house empty of dried beans and meat. I am hungry and now that a few...
by Huu Thinh （Translated by George Evans and Nguyen Qui Duc） The letter I wrote you had smeared ink， But the bamboo walls are thin， and fog kept leaki...
by Lucille Clifton i wish them cramps. i wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no 7-11. i wish them one week early and wearing a w...
by Edna St. Vincent Millay She is neither pink nor pale， And she never will be all mine； She learned her hands in a fairy-tale， And her mouth on a val...
by Jordan Davis The gnats love the highway dividers， the freelance pickup artists love the softness of the hands of the women who love their friends f...
by David Lehman If Ezra Pound were alive today （and he is） he'd be teaching at a small college in the Pacific Northwest and attending the annual c...
by Liz Waldner I saw that a star had broken its rope in the stables of heaven—— This homeless one will find her home in the foothills of a...
by Hayden Carruth The great poems of our elders in many tongues we struggled to comprehend who are now content with mystery simple and profound you in...
by Agi Mishol （Translated by Lisa Katz） The evening goes blind， and you are only twenty.： Nathan Alterman，Late Afternoon in the Market” You are ...