By H.D.
O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,
new fallen from heaven,
one with…
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,
new fallen from heaven,
one with…
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- By Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By Xiao Yue Shan1
listen carefully—there is land or there is water,
and a time where
you may mistake one for another.
there… - By Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - By Major JacksonThe screen's fabrications remain. A film
shot never fails, sailing through the century
like a black V … - By Jean ValentineHe was shoveling sand
at the edge of the water, his heavy black glasses
glittered with rain:
"Don't you… - By Louise ErdrichAugust and the drive-in picture is packed.
We lounge on the hood of the Pontiac
surrounded by the slow… - By Josh BellKung-Fu, a couch, and I might reach
emptiness tonight, stuck on that Midwest
hoo-doo, counting cemetery… - By Michael PalmerI know a silent movie star named Jane.
She speaks without moving her lips.
She once starred in a film … - By William OlsenObservation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight…
- By Charles ReznikoffThis was a season of our fathers' joy:
not only when they gathered grapes and the fruit of trees
in Israel… - By Li-Young LeeWhen the big clock at the train station stopped,
the leaves kept falling,
the trains kept running,
my mother… - By Felicia Dorothea HemansSee’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
… - By Li-Young LeeLi-Young, don’t feel lonely
when you look up
into great night and find
yourself the far face peering
hugely… - By Lev RubinsteinTranslated By Tatiana Tulchinsky & Philip Metres1
Now here I am! 2
So… 3
So here I am… 4
(Where have you been?
We’d given up all hope…) 5
So… 6
So … - By William Butler YeatsMidnight has come and the great Christ Church bellAnd many a lesser bell sound through the room;And …
- By W. S. MerwinLate in May as the light lengthens
toward summer the young goldfinches
flutter down through the day for… - By Remica Bingham-RisherBut for the grace of God
one might begin and
this must be the life of a woman. I will barely touch the… - By Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole
length of the snake is the length
of my brother’s body. The snake’s head
is held safely, securely, as if my brother
is showing him something in the distant high grass.
I...