By J. V. Cunningham
There is no stillness in this wood. The quiet of this clearing Is the denial of my hearing The sounds...
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- By J. V. CunninghamYou are the problem I propose, My dear, the text my musings glose: I call you for convenience love. ...
- By Robyn SchiffThere’s blue, and then there’s blue.A number, not a hue, this blueis not the undertone of any onebut...
- By Galway KinnellFor I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman...
- By Dante Gabriel RossettiYour hands lie open in the long fresh grass,— The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your ...
- By Robert BurnsO my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly...
- By Thomas McGrathBefore you, I was living on an island And all around the seas of that lonely coast Cast up their imitation...
- By Molly PeacockWhat if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned...
- By Thom GunnI thought I was so tough, But gentled at your hands, Cannot be quick enough To fly for you and show ...
- By Pablo NerudaMatilde, years or days sleeping, feverish, here or there, gazing off, twisting my spine, bleeding true...
- By William ShakespeareWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf...
- By William ShakespeareShall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake...
- By William ShakespeareMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white...
- By Michael WatersThat Halloween I wore your wedding dress, our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days. I’d razored...
- By Joanna FuhrmanYou were never a man in the television sense of the word. I was never a wild Slinky in the sex-club ...
- By William Carlos WilliamsNow that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished masonry, Temples soothed by the sun to ...
- By Denise LevertovThe ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for...
- By Susan BrowneI know him, that man walking- toward me up the crowded street of the city, I have lived with him seven...
- By Robert Hershonyou politely ask me not to die and i promise not to right from the beginning—a relationship based on...
- By Jennifer Michael HechtGuy calls the doctor, says the wife’s contractions are five minutes apart. Doctor says, Is this her first child...