by Nicholas Christopher The searchlight of a February moon at the end of the street bare trees black railing an eastern star set like a pearl atop a s...
by M. L. Liebler If I know my angels， I know what they would say ——Joe Henry He came to me In a whisky-blue dream In midtown Manhattan. He...
by James Kimbrell has a giant hand diagrammed in front of her place on West Tennessee. It towers above a kudzu hill as if to offer a cosmic How！ as in...
by Sylvia Plath I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle， my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade， M...
by Elizabeth Alexander Filene's department store near nineteen-fifty-three： An Aunt Jemima floor display. Red bandanna， Apron holding white rolls ...
by Mark Jarman My parents have come home laughing From the feast for Robert Burns， late， on foot； They have leaned against graveyard walls， Have bent ...
by Robert Duncan My mother would be a falconress， And I， her gay falcon treading her wrist， would fly to bring back from the blue of the sky to her， b...
by Linda McCarriston You know that they burned her horse before her. Though it is not recorded， you know that they burned her Percheron first， before ...
by Mark Strand 1 When the moon appears and a few wind-stricken barns stand out in the low-domed hills and shine with a light that is veiled and dust-f...
by Donald Revell Sha- Dow， As of A meteor At mid- Day： it goes From there. A perfect circle falls Onto white imperfections. （Consider the black road， ...