by Noah Eli Gordon To say sleep works by accumulation is to disregard the weather in my head. It makes a genius of the pillow， an apt anthropomorphic ...
by May Swenson "He who has reached the highest degree of emptiness will be secure in repose."——A Taoist saying My dumpy little m...
by William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves， or none， or few， do hang Upon those boughs which shake against th...
by Ronald Wallace Sometimes I wish I drank coffee or smoked Marlboros， or maybe cigars—— yes， a hand-rolled Havana cigar in its thick， man...
by Kathryn Stripling Byer Up here in the mountains we know what extinct means. We've seen how our breath on a bitter night fades like a ghost from...
by Sarah Getty Look！ A flash of orange along the river's edge—— "oriole！" comes to your lips like instinct， then it's va...
by Sappho （Translated by Jim Powell） Some say thronging cavalry， some say foot soldiers， others call a fleet the most beautiful of sights the dark ear...
by Robert Herrick I sing of brooks， of blossoms， birds， and bowers， Of April， May， of June， and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles， hock carts， wassails...
by Elizabeth Bishop This is the time of year when almost every night the frail， illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing the mountain height， rising tow...
by Henrik Wergeland Words？ Those sounds the world despises. Words in poems？ Even more to be disdained！ Ah， how feeble are your powers to defend all th...