by Robert Gregory A drift of torn cloud， daylight that's open and clear. The grackles wheeze and groan like old retired gamblers as they wander an...
by Tennessee Williams The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun. Their lack of success in love has made them torpid. They move thei...
by Agha Shahid Ali First， grant me my sense of history： I did it for posterity， for kindergarten teachers and a clear moral： Little girls shouldn'...
by Randall Jarrell The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at the leopard like the leopa...
by Lise Goett All day， we loitered at the throat of the penny arcade to hear how the fisherman's cast had taken the eye of Vilas Puchomsky， a pain...
by Erica Funkhouser The women who clean fish are all named Rose or Grace. They wake up close to the water， damp and dreamy beneath white sheets， think...
by Kevin Cantwell The held cry of a hawk makes Thomas Hardy think to make her believe it's a newborn's cry she hears. Milk wets through her bl...
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti The wind flapped loose， the wind was still， Shaken out dead from tree and hill： I had walked on at the wind's will， I sa...
by George Herbert Love built a stately house， where Fortune came， And spinning fancies， she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs did support the fra...
by William Wordsworth...