By H.D.
He and I sought together, over the spattered table, rhymes and flowers, gifts for a name. He said, among...
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- By Kimiko HahnIambic lines drafted in silt are revised when glaciers melt so verses ending in heroic couplet are more...
- By Lisa LowAfter not showing in a poem how I once was boring, I spend weeks collecting proof from my past for readers...
- By José OlivarezMigration is derived from the word “migrate,” which is a verb defined by Merriam-Webster as “to move...
- By W. S. GrahamDo not allow me to sink, I said To a top floating ribbon of kelp. As I was lifted on each wave And made...
- By Beth BachmannThe best-known German goldsmith of the sixteenth century, Wenzel Jamnitzer, is also remembered for his...
- By Ocean VuongBecause the butterfly’s yellow wing flickering in black mud was a word stranded by its language. Because...
- By Tommy PicoWherever we go, needs feed and I find it harder and harder to believe benevolence is the thing Thousands...
- By James Weldon JohnsonTiny bit of humanity, Blessed with your mother’s face, And cursed with your father’s mind. I say cursed...
- By Elizabeth AlexanderPoetry, I tell my students, is idiosyncratic. Poetry is where we are ourselves (though Sterling Brown...
- By Jane KenyonI am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the maker, the lover...
- By Wallace StevensI placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround...
- By Jody Gladdingnot self of violence against will not be gainsaid will brook no argument won't suffer the fools gladly...
- By Kathleen Aguero, William Abrahams, Antonin Artaud, T. K. Balakrishnan, James Atlas, Hope Atherton, E. B. Ashton, L. S. Asekoff, Raymond M. Alden, Ada Alden, Rafael Alberti, Zoë Akins, David Aivaz, Doug Abrams & Paul AaenI'm feeling by ear. Consider them gods and not cruel but ecstatic. They have trick tongues and can't...
- By William Butler YeatsWe sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and...
- By Heather McHughWe were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being Poets...
- By Lorine NiedeckerGrandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk and condense No layoff from this condensery
- By Czeslaw MiloszI have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
- By Marie PonsotMORNING Reading the bones, wetting a fingertip to trace archaic characters, I feel a breeze of silence...
- By Luke DaviesAnd if every step taken is a step well-lived but a foot towards death, every pilgrimage a circle, every...