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The Dogs
By Peter O’Leary
Blood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain. Shadeless midday. Specterless
differentiation. Glad day zodiacs augur. Awl of insight; hunters'
blades. Actaeon: and the spirits of motion. Actaeon
uttering:...
Metamorphoses: The Female Into
By Maggie Queeney
laurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown heifer bank of marsh reeds,
handful lashed into pipes, …
Just Wanna Be Like
By Douglas Kearney
Was Him, once fini, on the beams,
prior, He's hewer of thorntree.
Could stretch tilapia and ewer,
dole …
1 ["Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind"]
By Sappho
Translated By Anne Carson
Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with…
The Haunted House
By Felicia Dorothea Hemans
See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
…
Lapis Lazuli
By William Butler Yeats
I have heard that hysterical women say
They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow,
Of poets that are always gay,
For everybody knows or else should know
That if nothing drastic is done
Aeroplane and Zeppelin will come out,
Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls in
Until...
Leda and the Swan
By William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her...
Beauty Secrets, Revealed by the Queen in Snow White
By Natasha Sajé
Do for your neck what you do for your face.
Face your neck whatever the case. Pace yourself
for 35-55,…
All Souls’ Night
By William Butler Yeats
Midnight has come and the great Christ Church bellAnd many a lesser bell sound through the room;And …
Wulf ond Eadwacer
By Unknown
Lēodum is mīnum swylce him mon lāc gife;
willað hȳ hine āþecgan gif hē on þrēat cymeð.
Ungelīc is ū…
Antigonish
By William Hughes Mearns
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd…
conjuring
By Xiao Yue Shan
there is no room left for disbelief, we have unsang
the songs. have stripped stones of magic. we gave…
God Defend New Zealand
By Thomas Bracken
God of Nations at Thy feet,
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free…
Reader, I
By Corey Van Landingham
was, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not-yet-claimed, not-yet weeping. And aren’t they often weeping? The mother, tearing her hair out, running toward the battle lines, filling heaven...
A Desert Memory
By Bertrand N. O. Walker
Lonely, open, vast and free,
The dark'ning desert lies;
The wind sweeps o'er it fiercely,
And the yellow…
Transformocean
By Samuel Gregoire
Translated By Forrest Gander
My delirium is a transformocean
Rocking me like the seven thousand waves
That brought Wangolo to Ziltik.

Cric . . .
Crack . . .
Tim Tim
Bwa sèch

It’s a tale of salty foam,
Of centuries-old laughter
Breaking out anew in wet reflections,

Of the coming and going of...
Stetson in Retrograde
By Adam O. Davis
1.
If a house is haunted like a radio
is haunted If a body is a radio
of blood If a body of ghosts
hums like blood over a valley of
bone If blood is a...
Heliodora
By H.D.
He and I sought together,
over the spattered table,
rhymes and flowers,
gifts for a name.

He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine,)
"the narcissus that loves the rain."

We strove for a name,
while the light of...
At Ithaca
By H.D.
Over and back,
the long waves crawl
and track the sand with foam;
night darkens and the sea
takes on that desperate tone
of dark that wives put on
when all their love is done.

Over and back,
the tangled thread falls slack,
over and up and on;
over and...
Fragment Thirty-six
By H.D.
I know not what to do—
My mind is reft.
Is song's gift best?
Is love's gift loveliest?
I know not what to do,
Now sleep has pressed
Weight on your eyelids.

Shall I break your rest,
Devouring, eager?
Is love's gift best?—
Nay, song's the loveliest.
Yet, were you lost,
What...

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