Down Unwin's TrackAlison BrackenburyAnd the rain stopped. And the sky spunpast the hills' flush of winter corn.The mare strode out as though s...
What I WantedTracey Herdwas such a plump, bountifullandscape of snow, morethan I'd ever dared wish for.That was back when we hadproper winters, lo...
Painted TurtleGretchen MarquetteSummer road the ring around the lake, we drove mostly in silence.Why aren't I your wife?You swerved around a turtl...
ParisJürgen BeckerDays in gray Maraiswith terror between the gorgeswe parted ways wordlessly in the eveninga good poet helped meuntil we found ea...
Canticle for Native Brook TroutTodd Davis Now we are all sitting here strangely On top of the sunlight. ...
Fringe TreeJames Davis May -- Or Old Man's Beard.That the names we give recall the thingis what we want. And yet, both names are boringwhen ...
Prologue to a TextClare RossiniWe humans once lived in the moment,The moment being all there was. Stuffing our mouthsWith berries, we collapsed on the...
Variations to the Accompaniment of a CloudW. S. Merwin Because I do not hope ever againto pass this way I sing thesenotes now in silenceeach in ...
A Final EaseBarry SpacksAfter the vaunting reach for gold,feeling no need for a curtain-call,I'd leave the stage with ardor cooledas Sisyphus, at ...
FlightChristian Wiman -- after Anna AkhmatovaIn the end we love the line love cannot cross.In the end we fall for what we fail.Forget fri...