by Lee Briccetti Even as a girl I knew the heart was not a valentine； it was wet， like a leopard frog on a lily pad， had long tube roots anchoring it ...
by Donald Hall If he and she do not know each other， and feel confident they will not meet again； if he avoids affectionate words； if she has grown in...
by Rachel Wetzsteon The park admits the wind， the petals lift and scatter like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming； and ten years on and...
by John Koethe It's like living in a light bulb， with the leaves Like filaments and the sky a shell of thin， transparent glass Enclosing the late ...
by Li Ch'ing-chao （Translated by Arthur Sze） When night comes， I am so flushed with wine， I undo my hair slowly： a plum calyx is stuck on a damage...
by Kim Addonizio In this shallow creek they flop and writhe forward as the dead float back toward them. Oh， I know what I should say： fierce burning i...
by Ander Monson It covers everything， a glossy January rind along tires. Sunny days have brought it out， burned away the ice， left the calcified tidel...
by Amy Clampitt Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload： hardtop reverting to tar smudge， wax shi...
by Naomi Shihab Nye Tonight I lingered over your name， the delicate assembly of vowels a voice inside my head. You were sleeping when I arrived. I sto...
by Robert Penn Warren So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet， Our strict and desperate avatar， Despite that antique westward gulls lament Ov...