by Carolyn Forché Horses were turned loose in the child's sorrow. Black and roan， cantering through snow. The way light fills the hand with...
by Jane Kenyon Yes， long shadows go out from the bales； and yes， the soul must part from the body： what else could it do？ The men sprawl near the bale...
by Naomi Shihab Nye Skin remembers how long the years grow when skin is not touched， a gray tunnel of singleness， feather lost from the tail of a bird...
by James Galvin Without external reference， The world presents itself In perfect clarity. Wherewithal， arrested moments， The throes of demystification...
by Daisy Fried These cold days when the insane sky's clear， heat poofs away be- yond its net of edible blue. My cat folds， flops across the laundr...
by Denise Duhamel I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I shuddered because I was married to some...
by David Lehman The happiest moment in a woman's life Is when she hears the turn of her lover's key In the lock， and pretends to be asleep Whe...
by Robert Browning Grow old along with me！ The best is yet to be， The last of life， for which the first was made： Our times are in His hand Who saith，...
by Thomas Traherne In unexperienced infancy Many a sweet mistake doth lie： Mistake though false， intending true； A seeming somewhat more than view； Th...
by Terrance Hayes Now that my afro's as big as Shaft's I feel a little better about myself. How it warms my bullet-head in Winter， black halo，...