by Jane Kenyon I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye in the mirror， there are no bad...
by Charles Reznikoff Hanukkah In a world where each man must be of use and each thing useful， the rebellious Jews light not one light but eight—...
by Walt Whitman Out of the cradle endlessly rocking， Out of the mocking-bird's throat， the musical shuttle， Out of the Ninth-month midnight， Over ...
by Stanley Plumly 1 And then he would lift this finest of furniture to his big left shoulder and tuck it in and draw the bow so carefully as to make t...
by Pablo Neruda Translated by Robert Bly There are cemeteries that are lonely， graves full of bones that do not make a sound， the heart moving through...
by Michael Ryan The dead thing mashed into the street the crows are squabbling over isn't her， nor are their raucous squawks the quiet cawing from...
by Amy Clampitt In memory of Father Flye， 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes——a great， ...
by Harley Elliott the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us. On the mexican radio station they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos and that is exactl...
by Tomas Transtromer （Translated by Robert Bly） Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch. It's a transitional place， in stalemate...
by Donald Hall In October of the year， he counts potatoes dug from the brown field， counting the seed， counting the cellar's portion out， and bags...