日期：2016-04-05 Down Unwins Track Alison Brackenbury And the rain stopped. And the sky spun past the hills flush of winter corn. The mare strode out as though still young. You walked. I almost said, last year I saw a hare run with her young just past the broken wal... 阅读全文>>

日期：2016-04-05 What I Wanted Tracey Herd was such a plump, bountiful landscape of snow, more than Id ever dared wish for. That was back when we had proper winters, long ago, when lawns and driveways vanished: there were no boundaries. Fences, walls, gardens and ho... 阅读全文>>

日期：2016-03-15 Painted Turtle Gretchen Marquette Summer road the ring around the lake, we drove mostly in silence. Why aren't I your wife? You swerved around a turtle sunning itself. I wanted to go back. To hold the hot disc of it and place it in the grass. We wer... 阅读全文>>

日期：2016-03-15 Paris Jrgen Becker Days in gray Marais with terror between the gorges we parted ways wordlessly in the evening a good poet helped me until we found each other and drank something at tables of weathered beauty to forget the cold of the path back thro... 阅读全文>>

日期：2016-03-15 Canticle for Native Brook Trout Todd Davis Now we are all sitting here strangely On top of the sunlight. JAMES WRIGHT Fishing the narrow stream of light, we follow a seam between hemlock and sweating rhododendron, tulip poplar and white oak that gro... 阅读全文>>

日期：2016-03-15 Fringe Tree James Davis May -- Or Old Man's Beard. That the names we give recall the thing is what we want. And yet, both names are boring when compared to the way it shimmers there like a firework that somehow doesn't fall, or the way it will fall... 阅读全文>>

日期：2016-03-15 Prologue to a Text Clare Rossini We humans once lived in the moment, The moment being all there was. Stuffing our mouths With berries, we collapsed on the ground to make An early forerunner of love. Then wind Brought the stink of a predator's haunch... 阅读全文>>

日期：2016-03-15 Variations to the Accompaniment of a Cloud W. S. Merwin Because I do not hope ever again to pass this way I sing these notes now in silence each in its own time one morning near the end of spring among the invisible unheard stars I sing this one tim... 阅读全文>>

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>>

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>>