By Sappho
Translated By Anne Carson
He seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your …
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your …
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- By William Butler YeatsI
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last being but a broken man
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals... - By Li-Young LeeWrist,
neck,
shoulder,
waist,
you turn.
And I turn with you.
Glance,
grasp,
blush,
breath,
you turn.
And I turn… - By Rosabetty MuñozTranslated By Claudia Nuñez de IbietaHere we converge toward the only star.
Let’s fall in, love of mine,
let’s drop our oars
down to where night… - By Rosabetty MuñozAquí confluimos hacia la única estrella.
Volquémonos amado mío,
dejemos caer los remos
hasta donde la noche… - By Raúl ZuritaAnd then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down… - By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...
- By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukTo voice something that doesn’t end in a smile is odd. The spirit circles the body, doctors can’t see…
- By Tilsa OttaPronunciar algo que no termine en una sonrisa es extraño. El alma circula por el cuerpo,los doctores…
- By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukSince everything turns
I can always talk about myself
and you’ll know I'll be speaking of you
Always
we … - By Tilsa OttaComo todo da vueltas
puedo hablar siempre de mí
y sabes que estaré hablando de ti
Siempre
todos somos el… - 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 Alexis De VeauxI pray for us
as evening glides over
implore the gods
pray for us pray
for this breathing
planet the milky way
dreams us
into galaxy
no need for heaven this
is how it started:
way out beyond we
below
the sweet of your lips
dipped in promise
anxieties claim us
bark and skin
what we... - 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 Benjamin GucciardiWe lived in a stone farmhouse at the edge of town.
I’d been assigned to process asylum claims
and you’d come to write about the abandoned homes
in the island’s interior the government was selling cheap.
A family of barn swallows lived inside our... - 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... - 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... - By Salima RiveraWhen I think of you babe,
a soft snow falls lightly
down my back
turning into steam
on my full brown thighs.
An ocean appears
threatening to dash me
against the hot sand,
spinning me helplessly
into the mouth
of a hungry sky.
Cocaine and weed
envy the high you give me
unable... - By Nome Emeka Patricklate night, our hearts ticking, the crickets outside
play the the drums of their lives
the candle by our bedside flickers, flickers
billie eilish in the background, in the red background
swears she knows us
i can hear your breath rubbing against mine
your breasts flattened... - By Matthew ZapruderI think there was a movie once
where Frankenstein fell in love with a vampire.
A small mummy at first interfered
but later provided the requisite necessary
clarifications. He can only
meet you at night. Her face
is scarred in a permanent expression
of doom, but her...