by William Logan The sunlight burned like wire on the water， that morning the ghost ship drove upriver. The only witness was a Jersey cow. Florid and ...
by Philip Schultz You always called late and drunk， your voice luxurious with pain， I， tightly wrapped in dreaming， listening as if to a ghost. Tonigh...
by Eric Baus covered every window in the house with x-rays of my bandaged eye. "working backwards from the sky" says she follows every fissu...
by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Heard you that shriek？ It rose So wildly on the air， It seemed as if a burden'd heart Was breaking in despair. Saw...
by George Moses Horton Am I sadly cast aside， On misfortune's rugged tide？ Will the world my pains deride Forever？ Must I dwell in Slavery's n...
by Ralph Waldo Emerson Announced by all the trumpets of the sky， Arrives the snow， and， driving o'er the fields， Seems nowhere to alight： the whit...
by Miguel de Unamuno （Translated by Robert Bly） The snowfall is so silent， so slow， bit by bit， with delicacy it settles down on the earth and covers ...
by Charles Simic Here come my night thoughts On crutches， Returning from studying the heavens. What they thought about Stayed the same， Stayed immense...
by Saskia Hamilton The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible had hinges， which creaked； when you released the catch，the bo...
by Pablo Neruda （Translated by W. S. Merwin） The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. D...