by W. H. Auden The piers are pummelled by the waves； In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train； Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic ...
by Madeline DeFrees That Sunday at the zoo I understood the child I never had would look like this： stiff-fingered spastic hands， a steady drool， and ...
by Vona Groarke In the window of the drawing-room there is a rush of white as you pass in which the figure of your husband is， for a moment， framed. H...
by Bob Hicok A few hours after Des Moines the toilet overflowed. This wasn't the adventure it sounds. I sat with a man whose tattoos weighed more ...
by Heather McHugh He came at night to each of us asleep And trained us in the virtues we most lacked. Me he admonished to return his stare Correctly， ...
by Edmund Waller Go， lovely rose！ Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows， When I resemble her to thee， How sweet and fair she seems t...
by Emma Lazarus Kindle the taper like the steadfast star Ablaze on evening's forehead o'er the earth， And add each night a lustre till afar An...
by David Cappella Let me tell you about suffering because I was a boy cold without love in a large house， so dark it stifled laughs. I would run to my...
by Benjamin Alire Saenz A man is walking toward me. He is alone. He has been walking through the desert. He has been walking for days. He has been wal...
by Ronny Someck （Translated by Barbara Goldberg and Moshe Dor） End of December and the green of King Saul Avenue copies itself from leaves， the fire r...