By William Shakespeare
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do…
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do…
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- By Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch… - Translated By Daniel OwenWORKSHOP 5: MY CAPTIVE
its voice’s echo comes back to make a sound wall
of its voice
standing in a circle
in front of a globe full of time traps
fingers that clutch a rat - WORKSHOP 5: TAWANAN AKU
gema suaranya kembali lagi membuat dinding bunyi
dari suaranya
berdiri melingkar
di depan bulatan penuh perangkap waktu
jari-jari yang menggenggam tikus - By Ama CodjoeWhat if, Betye, instead of a rifle or hand
grenade—I mean, what if after
the loaded gun that takes two hands
to fire, I lay down the splintered broom
and the steel so cold it wets
my cheek? What if I unclench the valleys
of my... - By Sasha DugdaleThe downs are certainly lovely, although by mortal loveliness
did you mean they would disappear one day… - By Sharon OldsBut I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and... - By Martha SilanoBecause why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of… - By Megan DentonWhich way to the monster cage? I am in my god body now—
in my sandy foxhole
sat backwards in a chair… - By Alice OswaldIt's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …
- By Mag GabbertA teacher once said chaos touches everyone, so that became my refrain.
Did we want to lose all we had… - By Mag GabbertThe effect—for those three hundred years, while the cupid remained hidden—was a kind of silence.
Like… - By Noelani PitersI
remember I exist
at the braiding of
consciousand con
sumer,Kanaka
and culpable,
desire anddesired… - By Charles ReznikoffIn a world where each man must be of use
and each thing useful, the rebellious Jews
light not one light… - By Andrew FrisardiPRIMEAt dawn, the shapes of cypresses in fog
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born… - By Andrew FrisardiThe city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat
On roofs and terraces, … - By Russell AtkinsOh didn’t it """ """ """
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""" """ n’t… - By Karl KnightsThe zoo is tough terrain; hilly.
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me… - By Felicia Dorothea HemansSee’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
…