By Jessica Jiang
Tiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore…
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore…
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- By Jayne CortezWarm night of flesh pimples
Alone
Fear pressing between my eyes the mark of despair
& my thighs once … - By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonHe seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your … - By SapphoTranslated By Dan Beachy-Quickand longingly I long and searchingly I search...
- By Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the… - By William Butler Yeats'Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home,
Those hands to close the eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old... - By William Butler YeatsHow can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war... - By Raúl ZuritaTranslated By William RoweAnd then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down… - By Jake SkeetsClouds in his throat,
six months' worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread… - By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones—
is it okay not to look out this window, but to look out another?
A mentor once said, You can't start a poem... - By Patricia Smith1. You crush me with your damning glimpses, Anna. You,so rancorous, so wounding, and so cruelly bred…
- By SapphoTranslated By Dan Beachy-QuickAs the sweet-apple reddens on the high branch,
high on the highest branch, that the apple-pickers forgot… - By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless… - By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed
at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous.
You unhooked my bra. A photograph
passes for proof, Sontag says, that a given thing
has happened. Or you leaned back to watch
as I eased the straps... - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI hate the fever that alights on your brow
Like a woodpecker, but how nice
To find your hands in the abyss… - By Tilsa OttaOdio la fiebre que se posa en tu frente
Como un pájaro carpintero
Pero qué lindo encontrar tus manos en… - By Alexis Pauline Gumbsthis is how i want you to love me
blue over blue over blue
wet til the paper buckles
dark so the owls come out
blue
and at the edge a mountain
that knows no country
respects no borders
don’t care when i forget
my own name
your love so... - By Chase Twichell“You can’t kiss a movie,” Jean-Luc Godard said, and this is mostly true, in that you cannot initiate the kiss. The Movie could initiate the kiss if The Movie wanted, as it is so much taller, leaning in, no way...
- By Ama Codjoe1.
He had a caribou's face. Once he let me
lick the sadness there. It tasted of salt
and moss-covered rocks. He grew the beard
of a mountain goat. He scaled the face
of a mountain. Lying beside him, I stared
into the face of faceless... - By Cyrus CassellsMy friend is by no means Dracula or a werewolf,
but the full moon’s mostly lawless beauty
has never failed to tantalize him,
to lure him outdoors.
Tonight the gallivanting moon,
all systems go,
makes a pallid cascade in the Roman street,
while my spirited mentor relates,
over...