by Frank Bidart Bound， hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness， the world that at a drop of water rises without ...
by Kevin Young HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES STOP LOVE YOUR LATEST SHOW STOP THIS NO PHONE STUFF IS FOR BIRDS LIKE YOU STOP ONCE SHOUTED UP FROM STREE...
by Michael Lally all the forbidden fruit I ever dreamt of——or was taught to resist and fear——ripens and blossoms under the pal...
by Yuko Taniguchi My language has its own world where he doesn't know how to live， but he should learn my language； then he can call my mother to ...
by Howard Nemerov after information received in The St. Louis Post-Dispatch， 4 v 86 The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi， in Missour...
by Sharon Olds But I love the I， steel I-beam that my father sold. They poured the pig iron into the mold， and it fed out slowly， a bending jelly in t...
by Gary Snyder Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest I slept under rhododendron All night blossoms fell Shivering ona sheet of cardboard Feet stuck ...
by Jeanne Steig "My feet's a revelation， And that's my guarantee. They're the worstest smellin' pair of feet On man or chimpanzee...
by Percy Bysshe Shelley Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing Heaven， and gazing on the earth， Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a d...
by Kenneth Koch Patrizia doesn't want to Talk about love she Says she just Wants to make Love but she talks About it almost endlessly to me. It is...