by Lola Haskins I'm crossing the river where it narrows， carefully， it being Sunday and I'm past the root end of the log when I look up， and t...
by Floyd Skloot It came with the steady pace of dusk， slow shadings in the distance， a sense of light growing soft at the center of her body. It came ...
by Sarah Manguso I am not here to ruin you. I am already in you. I am the work you don‘t do. I am what you understand best and wordless. I am wi...
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Listen， my children， and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere， On the eighteenth of April， in Seventy-Five...
by Louise Glück Is it winter again， is it cold again， didn't Frank just slip on the ice， didn't he heal， weren't the spring seeds pla...
by Aaron Fogel The word has been spelled differently. The peple in Chaucer Represent a complex class with raunchy， flexible banners of living color Re...
by Ed Ochester He was in a hotel in Baltimore in a suburb near Johns Hopkins. He would give a talk there， and they would pay him for it. It was night，...
by Margot Farrington Inside the wood stove the smith steadies， proclaims his alliance with flame as heat quickens his hammer. And the singer， at first...
by C. D. Wright Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth are small and even. I don't get headaches. Since 1971 or before， I have hunted a be...
by William Wordsworth There was a time when meadow， grove， and stream， The earth， and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light，...