by David Lee When granite and sandstone begin to blur and flow， the eye rests on cool white aspen. Strange， their seeming transparency. How as in a su...
by Robinson Jeffers Here is a symbol in which Many high tragic thoughts Watch their own eyes. This gray rock， standing tall On the headland， where the...
by Stephen Sandy Hard to believe the racket geese make， squabbling，holding a confab in the dark——pitch dark to him padding back to check t...
by Kate Knapp Johnson It is the summer bears ruled， the last summer of pure breathlessness when I moved unaware， taken in by the netted branches of ra...
by Chase Twichell A kid said you could chew road tar if you got it before it cooled， black globule with a just-forming skin. He said it was better tha...
by Sterling A. Brown A man git his feet set in a sticky mudbank， A man git dis yellow water in his blood， No need for hopin'， no need for doin'...
by William Meredith What it must be like to be an angel or a squirrel， we can imagine sooner. The last time we go to bed good，they are there， lying ab...
by Carolyn Kizer for Maxine Kumin Where did these enormous children come from， More ladylike than we have ever been？ Some of ours look older than we f...
by Edwin Arlington Robinson Whenever Richard Cory went down town， We people on the pavement looked at him： He was a gentleman from sole to crown， Clea...
by William Meredith Here at the seashore they use the clouds over & over again， like the rented animals in A？da. In the late morning the land bree...