by Harvey Shapiro 1. Caught on a side street in heavy traffic， I said to the cabbie， I should have walked. He replied， I should have been a doctor. 2....
by Randall Jarrell Moving from Cheer to Joy， from Joy to All， I take a box And add it to my wild rice， my Cornish game hens. The slacked or shorted， b...
by Joan Selinger Sidney Oaks drag alongside the road， weighted by yesterday‘s snow. There‘s Frauka walking alone， the hood of her parka sn...
by Martín Espada Niggerlips was the high school name for me. So called by Douglas the car mechanic， with green tattoos on each forearm， and the...
by Gabriel Gudding For the train-wrecked， the puck-struck，the viciously punched， he pole-vaulter whose pole snapped in ascent. For his asphalt-face，hi...
by Meng Hao-jan Translated by Gary Snyder， Kenneth Rexroth and William Carlos Williams （I） Steering my little boat towards a misty islet， I watch the ...
by Anthony Piccione Now the child is a runny-nosed stranger you've finally decided to share your seat with， and the whole thing keeps heaving into...
by Mark Levine Beauty in its winter slippers pproached us by degrees on the gravel path. We were hitching a ride out； had been hitching. Our suitcase ...
by Harvey Shapiro Drunk and weeping. It‘s another night at the live-in opera， and I figure it‘s going to turn out badly for me. The dead n...
by Amy Lowell You are ice and fire， The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis， The silver of...