by Virgil Suárez Whenever we grew tired and bored of curb ball， of encircling the scorpions we found under rocks by the mother-in-law tongue wi...
by Judith Harris No use going hunting for angels， for a Christ in the tree-mops， a Moses winding his way up the mount into the fire of God's fresh...
by Rafael Campo I Admitted to the hospital again. The second bout of pneumocystis back In January almost killed him； then， He'd sworn to us he'...
by Anthony Hecht So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them， And he said to her， 'Try to be...
by Dana Gelinas （Translated by Jen Hofer） Next to the fourteen excellent reasons to make February the month of love， which serve to advertise the best...
by Timothy Donnelly Driver， please. Let's slow things down. I can't endure the speed you favor， here where the air's electric hands keep c...
by Eve Alexandra This is a quiet grave. In is not made of myths， of great barbarous fish， of coral， or salt. No one submerges himself with metal and r...
by Robert Lowell Wallowing in this bloody sty， I cast for fish that pleased my eye （Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of gold to weight its end...
by Robert Louis Stevenson When the grass was closely mown， Walking on the lawn alone， In the turf a hole I found， And hid a soldier underground. Sprin...
The earth opens and welcomes you Why these cries， these tears these prayers What have they lost What are they looking for those who trouble your refou...