by Lorine Niedecker In the great snowfall before the bomb colored yule tree lights windows， the only glow for contemplation along this road I worked t...
by Eugenio Montale Translated by Charles Wright The lemon bushes overflowed with the patter of mole paws， the scythe shined in its rosary of cautious ...
by Eloise Greenfield In the land of words， I stand as still as a tree， and let the words rain down on me. Come， rain， bring your knowledge and your mu...
by Ruth Stone Things will be different. No one will lose their sight， their hearing， their gallbladder. It will be all Catskills with brand new wrap-a...
by Maxine Kumin You have forty-nine days between death and rebirth if you're a Buddhist. Even the smallest soul could swim the English Channel in ...
by Dennis Sampson shaves you， changes your blood-stained sheets. A blonde towel is tucked up under your chin to support your jaw. This is for your wif...
by Elizabeth Bishop In Worcester， Massachusetts， I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in the den...
by Jack Kerouac The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock In vain The sleeping mother In vain The lamp in the cor...
by A. R. Ammons The people of my time are passing away： my wife is baking for a funeral， a 60-year-old who died suddenly， when the phone rings， and it...
by Reetika Vazirani Mussoorie， Uttar Pradesh， India， l947 When I am nine， the British quit India. Headmaster says， "The Great Mutiny started it.&...