by Billy Collins I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I ...
by Rebecca Wee How can she be beautiful？ Eyes， ribs， the slope and angle of bone. The flesh itself is finished， so close it's come to the end of h...
by Edgar Lee Masters She took my strength by minutes， She took my life by hours， She drained me like a fevered moon That saps the spinning world. The ...
by Fanny Howe From no nowhere not near the sea on blue field flax the cemetery's absolutely solitary you and you and a third of a pound of bread f...
by Natasha Trethewey Here， she said， put this on your head. She handed me a hat. you 'bout as white as your dad， and you gone stay like that. Aunt...
by Shirley Kaufman We live on a holy mountain where the crows and the Crown Plaza rise higher than our expectations and the golden dome is only a rest...
by Amy Clampitt A vagueness comes over everything， as though proving color and contour alike dispensable： the lighthouse extinct， the islands' spr...
by Pablo Neruda （Translated by Clayton Eshleman） There is something dense， united， settled in the depths， repeating its number， its identical sign. Ho...
by Pura López-ColoméTranslated by Forrest Gander Reanimated， spirit restored， reincorporated， body restored， I contemplate between dream...
by Jim Dodge Amalgam of electric jelly， constellated neural knots in the briny binary soup， as surely as stimulus prods response brains are made to ch...