Part VII This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears！ He loves to talk with mariners That co...
by Stephen Dunn When Mother died I thought： now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable yet I've since forgiven myself as sons are able ...
by Thomas Hardy "O 'Melia， my dear， this does everything crown！ Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town？ And whence such fair garme...
by Brigit Pegeen Kelly Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest， The hollow where the heart would have been， if sandstone Had a heart， if a ...
by Mónica de la Torre I. You thought this would be a dance lesson， things were easier then. No marimbas， no clarinets； only a longing for the f...
by Arthur Rimbaud （Translated by Jeremy Harding） When the boy's head， full of raw torment， Longs for hazy dreams to swarm in white， Two charming o...
by Pablo Neruda （Translated by William O'Daly） Today is that day， the day that carried a desperate light that since has died. Don't let the sq...
by Edgar Gabriel Silex I can't imagine a mother calling her child that I remember I used to fumble my words shy away always feigning ignorance I&#...
by Arthur Sze Ginkgo， cottonwood， pin oak， sweet gum， tulip tree： our emotions resemble leaves and alive to their shapes we are nourished. Have you fe...
by W. H. Auden She looked over his shoulder For vines and olive trees， Marble well-governed cities And ships upon untamed seas， But there on the shini...