by Joshua Beckman They'll spend the summer crushing the garden a steam let off slowly....
by Dennis Lee I'm thinking in bed， Cause I can't get out Till I learn how to think What I'm thinking about； What I'm thinking about Is...
by Wallace Stevens I Among twenty snowy mountains， The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds， Like a tree In which t...
by David Wagoner Come at it carefully， don't trust it， that isn't its right name， It's wearing stolen rags， it's never been washed， it...
by Pattiann Rogers Elf owl， cactus wren， fruit flies incubating In the only womb they'll ever recognize. Shadow for the sand rat， spines And barba...
by John Keats This living hand， now warm and capable Of earnest grasping， would， if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb， So haunt thy days...
by Charles Simic Enter without knocking， hard-working ant. I'm just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark， overcast day？ It was a night o...
by Charles Simic If you didn't see the six-legged dog， It doesn't matter. We did， and he mostly lay in the corner. As for the extra legs， One ...
by Jane Hirshfield This was once a love poem， before its haunches thickened， its breath grew short， before it found itself sitting， perplexed and a li...
by Martha Zweig The cold orange hands of the salamanders still wrap and unwrap the baby he dreams he was then long before there was any human family. ...