by Kerri Webster "In Antigua I am famous. I am bathed in jasmine and pressed with warm stones." -Carnival Cruise ad in the New Yorker In Alb...
by James Hearst This I saw on an April day： Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud， A sky-flung wave of gold at evening， And a cock pheasant treading ...
by Denise Levertov Among the blight-killed eucalypts， among trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts， the yards and hillsides exhausted by five yea...
by Giorgianna Orsini Hidden away in the music you found my hand. I might have been the prettiest there in a dress I‘d sewed. I felt sure of you，...
by Ralph Angel As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. A delicate lizard sits o...
by Pattiann Rogers This is about no rain in particular， just any rain， rain sounding on the roof， any roof， slate or wood， tin or clay or thatch， any ...
by Mahmoud Darwish Translated by Fady Joudah In Jerusalem， and I mean within the ancient walls， I walk from one epoch to another without a memory to g...
by Albert Bigelow Paine The long， gray moss that softly swings In solemn grandeur from the trees， Like mournful funeral draperies，—— A bro...
by A. R. Ammons This is just a place： we go around， distanced， yearly in a star's atmosphere， turning daily into and out of direct light and slant...
by Edward Hirsch Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries—— tiny skulls and flowering blood-dr...