by John Barton We stand on the edge， the fall into depth， the ascent of light revelatory， the canyon walls moving up out of shadow， lit colours of the...
by Jack Prelutsky I am Super Samson Simpson， I'm superlatively strong， I like to carry elephants， I do it all day long， I pick up half a dozen and...
by Vijay Seshadri We hold it against you that you survived. People better than you are dead， but you still punch the clock. Your body has wizened but ...
by Joan Murray We thought that they were gone—— we rarely saw them on our screens—— those everyday Americans with workaday rou...
by Sandra Alcosser Friday night I entered a dark corridor rode to the upper floors with men who filled the stainless elevator with their smell. Did yo...
by John Ashbery Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course， Eurydice was a part Of this. Then one day， everythin...
by Amy Clampitt Like the foghorn that's all lung， the wind chime that's all percussion， like the wind itself， that's merely air in a terri...
by Susan Howe Iseult stands at Tintagel on the mid stairs between light and dark symbolism Does she stand for phonic human overtone for outlaw love th...
by Alison Townsend It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on——Marilyn Monroe， in Time magazine， 1952 The radio makes me ...
by Bei Dao Translated by Eliot Weinberger and Iona Man-Cheong in Ramallah the ancients play chess in the starry sky the endgame flickers a bird locked...