日期:2016-05-17 Famous Negro Athletes Adrian Matejka after Jean-Michel Basquiat We are all famous Sunday mornings at the Y. That magnificent rattled-rim space of bigtiming Sundays. Gym bag hung over the shoulder of a matching sweatshirt Sundays. Touch one toe then... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-05-17 The Names of the Trees Laura Kasischke I passed this place once long ago when a man lived here with his four daughters, peacefully, it seemed. Those daughters took turns washing dishes, doing laundry. Frothy pearls and feathers in a sink. Soft socks... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-05-17 Road Trip Davis McCombs Over the singed and brittle roadside stalks, over cotton, corn and stubble, our cars dark bug-shape slithers. Over the metal drainpipe, over the oil rig, and the burned field where a windmill cranks its pinch of rust, we are... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-05-17 The Doubles Kara van de Graaf In the dressing room at Macys, I run into all my old bodies. We are reunited when I hear them shuffling in the walls, sense them beneath the dirty carpet. Their hips lurching out of drywall. Their breasts swelling again... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-05-17 The Mind Is Its Own Place Ann Townsend Mated and unmated, starlings swarm the willow with their devotions until the tree roils and sways, wing-beats sounding the torrent through which they swim. Dopamine, paroxetine, an injection of adrenaline into... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-05-17 The Interrogation Amit Majmudar When they leathered his arm to the armrest and began like manicurists in a nail salon he says that he retreated from his hand until the part of him that dwelt there once was gone and heard no news from his own outer r... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-04-05 The Halo C. Dale Young In the paintings left to us by the Old Masters, the halo, a smallish cloud of light, clung to the head, carefully framed the faces of mere mortals made divine. Accident? My body launched by a cars incalculable momentum? It end... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-04-05 First Words Phillip B. Williams A storm and so a gift. Its swift approach lifts gravel from the road. A fence is flattened in the course of the storms worse attempt at language -- thunders umbrage. A tree is torn apart, blown upward through a bedroo... 阅读全文>>

日期:2016-04-05 Spculation Hasardeuse Arthur Vogelsang No one was learning French fast. I was learning French too slowly and Some were learning at an average speed. We had to learn it fast. There was a great plane Coming for us and we had to know French When we got... 阅读全文>>

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>>

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