by Cynthia Zarin To Mary Jo Salter Beyond the ice-bound stones and bucking trees， past bewildered Mary， the Meer in snow， two skating rinks and two bl...
by Lucie Brock-Broido Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow. I am thinking of fire of the possibility of fire & then moving Acr...
by Jean Toomer Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones In their hip-pockets as a thing that...
by Tony Towle The little Hispanic girl at the stationer's on Park Avenue South just now asked me my name， and repeated Tonio when I replied Tony. ...
by Matthew Rohrer It was a basement with its own basement， and in that basement were machines and dusty weapons， the engines of the house； where the f...
by Jonathan Aaron Blondin made a fortune walking back and forth over Niagara Falls on a tightrope—blindfolded， or inside a sack， or pushing a wh...
by Robert Lowell For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage； her sheep still graze ab...
by Anzhelina Polonskaya Translated by Andrew Wachtel He broke up the sky on the square and gave it like bread crumbs to birds. Then he cut it in piece...
by Rolf Jacobsen Translated by Roger Greenwald We've come so far， thought the astronaut as he swam around the capsule in his third week and by acc...
无言独上西楼， 月如钩。 寂寞梧桐深院 锁清秋。 剪不断， 理还乱， 是离愁。 别是一般滋味 在心头。 ——李煜 Crows Crying at Night Mute， mounting west tower alone， I see the hooklike moon. L...