by Brigit Pegeen Kelly My father said I could not do it， but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still， the canals ran steadily. I was a g...
by Garrett Hongo In Chicago， it is snowing softly and a man has just done his wash for the week. He steps into the twilight of early evening， carrying...
by Eugenio Montale （Translated by Lee Gerlach） Hear me a moment. Laureate poets seem to wander among plants no one knows： boxwood， acanthus， where not...
by Victor Hugo Translated by Brooks Haxton Boaz， overcome with weariness， by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had wo...
by James Tate Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous hat， but that's not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for...
by Charles Wright （for Coleman Hawkins） The structure of landscape is infinitesimal， Like the structure of music， seamless， invisible. Even the rain h...
by Pansy Maurer-Alvarez from a series of coiled basket forms by Anna S. King， textile artist Take bog myrtle that unprepossessing marshland shrub with...
by Gwen Head （and her daughter） I hate the sea. I've always hated water even as a baby， even in my bath， or so my mama says. She likes it， herself...
by Federico García Lorca （Translated by W. S. Merwin） The little boy was looking for his voice. （The king of the crickets had it.） In a drop of...
by James Tate Your face did not rot like the others——the co-pilot， for example， I saw him yesterday. His face is corn- mush： his wife and ...