by Lesle Lewis The rain does not cool and is a sticky one to the present and the place. Is it a weakness， yours for narcotics？ The trees levitate and ...
by Denise Levertov Fully occupied with growing——that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night： it would take only a bit more patie...
by Mark Doty Under Grand Central's tattered vault ——maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit—— one saxophone blew， and ...
by Yosl Grinshpan Once she was a beauty. But that was in Sicilia. Now she is a miner's wife， mother of a big famiglia. Once she wrapped her maiden...
by Lisa Jarnot and at noon I will fall in love and nothing will have meaning except for the brownness of the sky， and tradition， and water and in the ...
by David Romtvedt The dark sky opens and it starts to rain. I go outside to stand in the stream， the longed-for gift of water where it hasn't rain...
by Gwendolyn Brooks Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get， The damp small pulps with a little or w...
by Denise Duhamel In the 5th century B.C. an Indian philosopher Gautama teaches "All is emptiness" and "There is no self." In the ...
by Edgar Bowers With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill The crevices in grave plots' broken stones. The bees renew the blossoms they destro...
by E. E. Cummings Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus h...