by J. P. White Every city has them——pools of helmeted， stained men Clustered around engines grinding through night. White arc lights sear ...
by Ralph Waldo Emerson By the rude bridge that arched the flood， Their flag to April's breeze unfurled， Here once the embattled farmers stood， And...
by Chad Davidson In the pewless church of San Juan Chula， a Neocatholic Tzozil Indian wrings a chicken's neck. Through pi？oned air， stars from tou...
by Toi Derricotte That time my grandmother dragged me through the perfume aisles at Saks， she held me up by my arm， hissing， "Stand up，" thr...
by Langston Hughes Droning a drowsy syncopated tune， Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon， I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni...
by Steven Heighton After bedtime the child climbed on her dresser and peeled phosphorescent stars off the sloped gable-wall， dimming the night vault o...
by Charles Simic The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did， too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret Which they were abo...
by Piotr Sommer Nothing will be the same as it was， even enjoying the same things won't be the same. Our sorrows will differ one from the other an...
by Larry Levis Once， in a foreign country， I was suddenly ill. I was driving south toward a large city famous For so little it had a replica， in concr...
by A. R. Ammons I've pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I want I would， accepting the harmonious completion of the drift...