by Wallace Stevens Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles， halt！ Damned universal cock， as if the sun Was blackamoor to bear y...
by Ralph Burns Two or more strands twisted together， Oxides and baser salts， admixture Of carbon， metal of lash and scourge， Strung like a virus， barb...
by Andrea Werblin Except for the chickens humming to each other， making themselves look boneless in the dirt， I want no memory of this place. I will l...
by Marianne Moore （Suggested by post-game broadcasts） Fanaticism？ No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either...
by Frances Chung she heard tales about saving grapefruit skins for cooking she grew bright under the neon dragon of Chinatown she made saffron curry r...
by Ellen Bass Bring me your pain， love. Spread it out like fine rugs， silk sashes， warm eggs， cinnamon and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me the detail，...
by Denise Levertov Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path， it's usually trees I observe； but among fellow humans what...
by Roger Fanning Baudelaire， dead broke， nonetheless allowed himself two hours for his morning ablutions. （Warm water can be a narcotic too.） His razo...
by Charles Baudelaire Translated by Louis Simpson You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it——it's the only way. So as...
by Jack Prelutsky Be glad your nose is on your face， not pasted on some other place， for if it were where it is not， you might dislike your nose a lot...