by Michael Redhill Ich glaube an N？chte Watching the garden winter under the moon，we think of the brown animals under the earth. Or the bulbs of the j...
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by Richard Deutch I used to leave this granite house after everyone else was asleep，and， walking down the hill， come to the woods just behind you snap...
by Thomas Gray Twas on a lofty vase's side， Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow； Demurest of the tabby kind， The pen...
by Leslie Adrienne Miller It's true that you don't know them——nor do I know what I wanted their movement to say when I tucked them...
by Donald Justice Papier-mache body； blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand. Instructions included. Sears， Roebuck Catalogue O my coy darling...
by Fabio Mórabito Translated by Geoff Hargreaves I spy on the building closest to hand a movement that begins out on its balconies as the day&#...
by Joshua Beckman Melbourne， Perth， Darwin， Townsville， Belém， Durban， Lima， Xai-Xai planes with wingspans big as high schools eight hundred ni...
by Theodore Roethke The fruit rolled by all day. They prayed the cogs would creep； They thought about Saturday pay，And Sunday sleep. Whatever he smell...
by Allen Tate Row after row with strict impunity The headstones yield their names to the element， The wind whirrs without recollection； In the riven t...