by Sarah Manguso That we rode harder into the wind， That the story got told， That the broken candies were eaten first， That they were eaten last， That...
by John Surowiecki I Our mower is young and broad-shouldered： so were we. Love confuses him as it once did us； the pain he feels he believes to be gen...
by Andrew Marvell My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay， And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a gla...
by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Make me a grave where'er you will， In a lowly plain， or a lofty hill； Make it among earth's humblest graves， B...
by Denise Levertov Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her she is a female and their flesh knows ...
by Tina Cane In the Sixties Nabokov switched from ink to eraser- topped pencil on index cards a box of cards for Ada a box of cards for dreams whose &...
by Eleanor Lerman I am out before dawn， marching a small dog through a meager park Boulevards angle away， newspapers fly around like blind white birds...
by Denise Duhamel “The use of condoms offers substantial protection， but does not guarantee total protection and that while there is no evidence that ...
by Langston Hughes I've known rivers： I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul ha...
by Marilyn Nelson We slept， woke， breakfasted， and met the man we'd hired as a tour guide， with a van and driver， for the day. We were to drive to...