by Elizabeth Bishop Oh， but it is dirty！ ——this little filling station， oil-soaked， oil-permeated to a disturbing， over-all black transluc...
by Hart Crane ——And yet this great wink of eternity， Of rimless floods， unfettered leewardings， Samite sheeted and processioned where Her ...
by Julia Kasdorf Among the first we learn is good-bye， your tiny wrist between Dad's forefinger and thumb forced to wave bye-bye to Mom， whose han...
by Barry Ballard When the earth is tempered， compressed and cooled in the heavens like something somber and inanimate， I wonder if we'll be photog...
by Lord Alfred Tennyson It little profits that an idle king， By this still hearth， among these barren crags， Matched with an aged wife， I mete and dol...
by Robert Pinsky In the skull kept on the desk. In the spider-pod in the dust. Or nowhere. In milkmaids， in loaves， Or nowhere. And if Socrates leaves...
by Michael Burkard I think I was on a balcony overlooking the whole thing. ——Yusef Komunyakaa "April Fool's Day" No soon， no...
by Kurt Brown A man spends his whole life fishing in himself for something grand. It's like some lost lunker， big enough to break all records. But...
by Bruce Beasley Lord Nelson's hand， blasted off by musket-fire at Tenerife， stayed clutched into a fist in the gap below his stump， the unbeholda...
by Ralph Burns A man staring at a small lake sees His father cast light line out over The willows. He's forgotten his Father has been dead for two...