by Sarah Josepha Hale Mary had a little lamb， Its fleece was white as snow； And everywhere that Mary went， The lamb was sure to go. Hefollowed her to ...
by Lola Haskins He is rid away to the tenant farms and I take up my pen to list the shakings-out and openings. And my thin letters lean as sails that，...
by Walt Whitman I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city， Whereupon lo！ upsprang the aboriginal name. Now I see what there is in a ...
by Robert Lowell Tamed by Miltown， we lie on Mother's bed； the rising sun in war paint dyes us red； in broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine， ...
by Rebecca Wolff He died before we could honor him correctly. Candied impulse through the brain. Your will subverted that's a tree， a treatment，a ...
by Jaime Manrique Against a topaz sky and huge windows starry with delirious heartsease and sensual red cayenne； the sweet twilight breeze fragrant wi...
by Nellie Wong Mama， come back. Why did you leave now that I am learning you？ The landlady next door how she apologizes for my rough brown skin to her...
by Marilyn Nelson I have no answer to the blank inequity of a four-year-old dying of cancer. I saw her on TV and wept with my mouth full of meatloaf. ...
by Naomi Shihab Nye For the first time， on the road north of Tampico， I felt the life sliding out of me， a drum in the desert， harder and harder to he...
by Ko Un Over the steep， panting hills where I rest my heart. I like the simple homeliness of the bitch and her puppies. For how many centuries have s...