by George Moses Horton When on life's ocean first I spread my sail， I then implored a mild auspicious gale； And from the slippery strand I took my...
by Richard Brautigan Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce， the name and drawing of a detective with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lett...
by Mark McMorris Soon the rushlights will go out in the flesh of sympathetic bodies once close to my own hand and I will go to my hammock， thinking of...
by George Moses Horton Alas！ and am I born for this， To wear this slavish chain？ Deprived of all created bliss， Through hardship， toil， and pain！ How ...
by Alicia Suskin Ostriker I am not lyric any more I will not play the harp for your pleasure I will not make a joyful noise to you， neither will I lam...
by Alan Dugan The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I'm a starving to death man myself， and thirsty， thir...
by Elaine Sexton She is perfectly ordinary， a cashmere scarf snugly wrapped around her neck. She is a middle age that is crisp， appealing in New York....
by Ben Jonson Farewell， thou child of my right hand， and joy； My sin was too much hope of thee， lov'd boy. Seven years thou'wert lent to me， a...
by Maxine Kumin And suppose the darlings get to Mantua，suppose they cheat the crypt， what next？ Begin with him， unshaven. Though not， I grant you， a d...
by W. H. Auden Among pelagian travelers， Lost on their lewd conceited way To Massachusetts， Michigan， Miami or L.A.， An airborne instrument I sit， Pre...