By David Roderick
I wear a flower in my lapel. I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose. A carnation, the fool’s flower...
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- By Lorine NiedeckerNothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people wet inside...
- By Anne SextonChild, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, fisted...
- By Anne SextonIt was only important to smile and hold still, to lie down beside him and to rest awhile, to be folded...
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- By Joyce Carol OatesI was Little Albert. Nine months old in the famous film. In a white cotton nightie, on a lab table sitting...
- By Mona Van DuynI was out last night, the very picture of a sneak, dark and hunched-over, breaking and entering again...
- By Langston HughesMy name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a HAIR...
- By R. T. SmithTwo nights he came to me, mute, on fire, no dream. I woke to find the window embered and fog filling...
- By Donald RevellThe bar in the commuter stationThe Title: "The Northeast Corridor" In his book The Art of Attention: A Poet’s ...
- By Louise ErdrichYou knew I was coming for you, little one, when the kettle jumped into the fire. Towels flapped on the...
- By Delmore SchwartzWhen I fall asleep, and even during sleep, I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking Whole phrases, ...
- By Ishmael ReedMy Dear Khomeini: I read your fourteen thousand dollar ad asking me why the Vatican waited all of these...
- By Rudyard KiplingYou may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ’ere, An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an...
- By Louise ErdrichThey say I am excitable! How could I not scream? The Swiss monk’s tonsure spun till it blurred yet his...
- By Louise ErdrichThis is Tarsus, one place like anyplace else. And this is my circuit, the rodeo, fair. The farmboys ...
- By Jane KenyonI am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the maker, the lover...
- By Larry LevisFrères humains qui après nous vivez,Soon they’ll have the speed freak twistingOn a scaffold, soon the birdsWill...
- By Louise GlückDon’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. I don’t see anything objectively. I know myself; I’ve learned...
- By AiI didn’t write Etsuko, I sliced her open. She was carmine inside like a sea bass and empty. No viscera...