By Li-Young Lee
Li-Young, don’t feel lonelywhen you look upinto great night and findyourself the far face peeringhugely...
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- By William Butler YeatsThe light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful...
- By William Butler YeatsThe unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes,...
- By William Butler YeatsI I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children...
- By Brenda HillmanHaving stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold Warthey had 30 leftover dolphins.An officer...
- By W. S. MerwinLate in May as the light lengthenstoward summer the young goldfinchesflutter down through the day for...
- By Julia FiedorczukFrom within my bodily singularityI play at sending out gentle sunbeams.I don't believe in myself, but...
- 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...
- By Tilsa OttaUna estrella cayó al suelo y rebotó en la sombra del solEvoco esta escena cuando me asaltan temores ...
- By Tilsa OttaA star fell to the ground and bounced in the shadow of the sunI think of this scene when I’m taken by...
- By CAConradFrank is a young boy asleep in ancient Tibet what you thought was your life is really his dream he may...
- By CAConradFrank’s sister grew long blue feathers she said it was worse than cutting teeth she spent a month screaming...
- By Cole Swensena river slips in shifting leaves sifting. a river sifts and falls to pieces in which not seen (this ...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By Jean ValentineThe hornet holds on to the curtain, winter sleep. Rubs her legs. Climbs the curtain. Behind her the ...
- By Sally Wen MaoIn Santa Monica, the sunrise has this way of emptying everything inside you. I visit my future deathbed...
- By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven...
- By Nikki GiovanniThere is a bat In Chile named Micronyteris giovanniae Dr. Robert Baker named it After me. He discovered...
- By Beth Ann Fennellyreveals itself in retrospect. Unlike the first, whose March arrival bade you gasp, hands clasped, like...
- By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today: Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls sneer, while their mothers...