By William Butler Yeats
I have heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, Of poets that are...
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- By Joyce MansourI want to sleep with you elbow to elbow Hair entwined Genitals enlaced With your mouth as a pillow. ...
- By L. Lamar WilsonBuzzards figure-eight over browned pampas, stalk whiffs of beheaded cane’s corpses in spindly, bare ...
- By Carrie FountainAlmost nothing has changed about the world. We're still bound to go on having this hunch everything ...
- By torrin a. greathouseSometimes I pronounce aubade: obeyed for the way this particular desire stumbles the tongue. Hunger’s vocabulary...
- By Philip LarkinI work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
- By Marie PonsotThe big doll being broken and the sawdust fall all scattered by my shoes, not crying I sit in my dark...
- By Oliver de la PazThe snow voids the distance of the road and the first breath comes from the early morning ghosts. The...
- By David MuraA wound is a blossom but only to the living. A May night, birdsong before the first light pierces, chirps...
- By Rick BarotScintillas of the anatomical on the vines, buds opening— make me a figure for the woken. On the vines...
- By Ocean VuongMilkflower petals on the street like pieces of a girl’s dress.May your days be merry and bright ......
- By Garrett Caplesthe desire to show is destruction in lessons forgot before learned no shrunken heads hang by wires no...
- By Amber Flora ThomasI know my leaving in the breakfast table mess. Bowl spills into bowl: milk and bran, bread crust crumbled...
- By Tom SleighLathe of the ocean. Perpetual Motion machine of the waves. Everything still Being turned and shaped ...
- By John Donne‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because...
- By Louise BoganI do not know where either of us can turn Just at first, waking from the sleep of each other. I do not...
- By Emmy PérezYellow pines No ever no green except where stems brown needles green I walk on the wooden train The ...
- By Robert BrowningRound the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was...
- By Schuyler Van RensselaerI. AUBADE The dawn is here—and the long night through I have never seen thy face, Though my feet have...