by Elizabeth Bishop This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the time of the tragic man that lies in the...
by Bruce Bennett I pat the horses‘ heads as I walk by. They‘re gentle beasts， and friendly； they don’t mind. The gesture heartens me...
by Joel Brouwer The Stoli bottle's frost melts to brilliance where I press my fingers. Evidence. Proof I'm here， drunk in your lamplit kitchen...
by Dylan Thomas Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green， The night above the dingl...
by Denise Liddell Lawson Tell me about yourself. Inflection expresses pleasure. Where are you from？ A house with many drawers and in each one is a bir...
by Jeffrey Skinner Go， bring back the worthless stick. "Of memory，" I almost added. But she wouldn't understand， naturally. There is the...
by Edgar Lee Masters The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart， and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle， Why， fiddle you...
by Charles Baudelaire （Translated by Rachel Hadas） Free as a bird and joyfully my heart Soared up among the rigging， in and out； Under a cloudless sky...
by Judith Viorst My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board. My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit. Miss Brearly could ...
by Paul Mariani Beyond the moon， beyond planet blue and planet red， each day further from the sun she floats out toward the empty dark of X. Having do...