By David Hopson
The guy with dreads, in nothing but boots,
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,…
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,…
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- By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Trevor Ketnertongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—
mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,
hart, hilt, waist, … - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore… - By Jayne CortezWarm night of flesh pimples
Alone
Fear pressing between my eyes the mark of despair
& my thighs once … - By SapphoHe seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your … - By Sapphoand longingly I long and searchingly I search...
- By Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the… - By William Butler YeatsHow can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,… - By William Butler Yeats'Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where… - By Raúl ZuritaAnd then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down… - By Jake SkeetsClouds in his throat,
six months' worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread… - By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones—
is it okay not to look out this window, but… - By Patricia Smith1. You crush me with your damning glimpses, Anna. You,so rancorous, so wounding, and so cruelly bred…
- By SapphoAs the sweet-apple reddens on the high branch,
high on the highest branch, that the apple-pickers forgot… - By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless… - By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed
at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous.
You unhooked… - By Tilsa OttaI hate the fever that alights on your brow
Like a woodpecker, but how nice
To find your hands in the abyss… - By Tilsa OttaOdio la fiebre que se posa en tu frente
Como un pájaro carpintero
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