By Alfred, Lord TennysonFull knee-deep lies the winter snow,And the winter winds are wearily sighing:Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,And tread so...
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."In the af...
By the LakeBy Dame Edith Sitwell (1887-1964)Across the flat and the pastel snowTwo people go . . . . 'And do you rememberWhen last we wandered thi...
The Thirteenth LaborJonathan WellsFor Hercules, the thirteenth labor, is allowing the mortal lovers to goback to their separate beds unreconciled, ...
Amateur HourCharlie ClarkThe clouds here are beautiful in the manner of my wife’s hands.They are pleasures with strange limits, and change color...
MuxicaAlberto RíosThe border fence,The crossing chain links, the twisted wires:The fence is strung like two harpsAt cross-purposes,Two harps at...
ResurrectionAbdulla PashewTranslated from the Kurdish by Alana Marie Levinson-LaBrosseFrom time to time, sadness fills my throatand pain reaches its l...
Ars PoeticaJaniru Liyanageafter Aria AberI broke into english the way a man once broke into my mother.At the halflight of his bite, pink flesh and all...
The Incognito LoungeDenis JohnsonThe manager lady of thisapartment dwelling has a facelike a baseball with glasses and patheticallyrepeats herself. Th...
The Shortest NightVictoria ChangAnd when I looked up,the sky had also turned black,and I had aged ahundred more feet down the road.The owl was on then...