日期:2016-03-15 A Final Ease Barry Spacks After the vaunting reach for gold, feeling no need for a curtain-call, I'd leave the stage with ardor cooled as Sisyphus, at the foot of the hill, might give it all up, the crazy rote of shove and sweat he'd always known, c... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-03-15 Flight Christian Wiman -- after Anna Akhmatova In the end we love the line love cannot cross. In the end we fall for what we fail. Forget friendship. Ardor. Forget the years that only grow harder as the soul recedes in what the years bring, grown al... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-03-15 A Dusk Christian Wiman How slowly the mountain takes it in, like a diagnosis of darkness. The consolation of a continuation that has nothing to do with you.... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-02-16 I Walk from Steeple to Steeple Regan Good You diagram promises by your advancements but leave bad things behind -- germy wing. (World like a large drum beaten by soft things.) I've spun unlike the lilies without proper goals, toiled in wrong ways, i... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-02-16 Thirst Nikia Leopold The marigold has grown So dense with leaves and pungent blossoms, rain glances from it, missing the glazed pot. Even in this downpour, roots know drought, flowers wilt, the way we extend ourselves, obscuring our deepest needs, s... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-02-16 Scullers at Dawn Arne Weingart Like all artists you start out in the dark pushing off alone from the silent docks of the thousand black rivers and black lakes with no special purpose in mind not transport or carnage or measurement not even for pleas... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-02-16 Good Pink. Bad Pink. Carol Potter When the child in mid-tantrum tried riding her pink scooter directly off the platform and onto the packed train at 28th Broadway, her un-brushed hair bunched up in the back, her pink jacket open, limbs flailing, we... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-02-16 Lights Mark Irwin swimming the earth at dusk and prickling the distance of the near town. In the jigsaw puzzle of the falls I could feel a fine mist. Driving I think of it now -- snapping those last pieces in -- and how history makes things small. T... 阅读全文>>

Zoo

日期:2016-02-16 Zoo Mark Irwin In her old age, Mother enjoys going to the zoo as the trees let loose their yellow leaves and stand like furniture among the grazing animals who stare from a long distance. Often I think this could be a story she's telling me as we wa... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-01-13 Bedouin of the London Evening Rosemary Tonks Ten years in your cafs and your bedrooms Great city, filled with wind and dust! Bedouin of the London evening, On the way to a restaurant my youth was lost. And like a medium who falls into a trance So de... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-01-13 In-law Tara Bray The cries of the killdeer agitate like demons delicate and ruthless, the bird ten steps ahead in harsh light, the wheat soft and green, thoughtless heads at the mercy of the wind. A pheasant hunkers down in dust, its splendor tucked... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-01-13 Memorial Dave Smith Today on the 17th fairway I stepped over the gutted, dried out corpse, not quite the length of my arm once, now more papery shell than any fish, and yet moccasin still. The triangular head had been halved, a six-iron maybe, swung... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-01-13 Elm Street Suzanne Cleary I am so happy to see the man who lives in the house on the corner sit on the porch with a guitar on his knee, one arm draped loosely, as if he patiently scans a vast repertoire, choosing which song to play, or as if he has... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-01-13 His Country Is Calling Me Libby Hart And when I say his country, I mean the sweet, sad earth of line and skin. Track of bone, of limb. His country is calling me. And when I say his country, I mean that haunt of eyes, cliff of smile. Lea of uncut hai... 阅读全文>>

日期:2015-12-03 Her Garden Donald Hall I let her garden go. let it go, let it go How can I watch the hummingbird Hover to sip With its beak's tip The purple bee balm -- whirring as we heard It years ago? The weeds rise rank and thick let it go, let it go Where annu... 阅读全文>>

日期:2015-12-03 Idiorrhythmy Chad Bennett First, there was faith -- how a terrestrial body pulled by the force of attraction toward earth's molten center nonetheless hung willing from a fixed point. Second, desire -- how such a body in and through motion could acqu... 阅读全文>>

日期:2015-12-03 Mirror Richie Hofmann You'd expect a certain view from such a mirror -- clearer than one that hangs in the entry and decays. I gaze past my reflection toward other things: bat wings, burnt gold upon blue, which decorate the wall and all those object... 阅读全文>>

日期:2015-11-13 The Marrow Michelle O'Sullivan There's a gleam to the trees and meadow that verges on something heartsick; convent quiet, and rich as a jeweller's window. Facing the lake-water is your bull. He's concentrated and arcane, his Dutch yellows make him l... 阅读全文>>

日期:2015-11-13 The Hinds Kathleen Jamie Walking in a waking dream I watched nineteen deer pour from ridge to glen-floor, then each in turn leap, leap the new-raised peat-dark burn. This was the distaff side; hinds at their ease, alive to lands held on long lease i... 阅读全文>>

日期:2015-11-13 Botany Sarah Holland-Batt After the rain, we went out in pairs to hunt the caps that budded at night: wet handfuls of waxtips and widows, lawyer's wigs, a double-ringed yellow. We shook them out onto gridded sheets, the girls more careful than the b... 阅读全文>>

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