by William Carlos Williams By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast-a cold wind. Be...
by Gerard Manley Hopkins Margaret， are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving？ Leaves， like the things of man， you With your fresh thoughts care for，...
by Roberta J. Hill These are notes to lightning in my bedroom. A star forged from linen thread and patches. Purple， yellow， red like diamond suckers， ...
by H. D. Stars wheel in purple， yours is not so rare as Hesperus， nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran or Sirius， nor yet the stained and brill...
by Jane Cooper If you want my apartment， sleep in it but let's have a clear understanding： the books are still free agents. If the rocking chair&#...
by Monica Youn It was hardly a high-tech operation， stealing The Scream. That we know for certain， and what was left behind—— a store-boug...
by Grace Schulman "And down and down and down，" the toddler's mother sings as he clears every ledge. Midway we cross their path. In rain...
by Thomas Sayers Ellis My father was an enormous man Who believed kindness and lack of size Were nothing more than sissified Signs of weakness. Narrow...
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by Chase Twichell I fired up the mower although it was about to rain—— a chill late September afternoon， wild flowers re-seeding themselve...