By Karenne Wood
When I learned I might have cancer, I bought fifteen white lilies. Easter was gone: the trumpets were...
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- By Kevin YoungPraise the restless beds Praise the beds that do not adjust that won't lift the head to feed or lower...
- By N. Scott MomadayI am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls...
- By Alicia OstrikerMatisse, too, when the fingers ceased to work, Worked larger and bolder, his primary colors celebrating...
- By Edgar Albert GuestHow much grit do you think you’ve got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may talk of pluck...
- By Edgar Albert GuestSomebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he...
- By Michael S. Harper1 Nose only above water; an hour in the ice melt; paw in a beaver trap, northern leaping through— the...
- By Carolyn KizerThe florist was told, cyclamen or azalea; White in either case, for you are pale As they are, “blooming...
- By Galway KinnellHe lives, who last night flopped from a log Into the creek, and all night by an ankle Lay pinned to ...
- By Rita DoveI was ill, lying on my bed of old papers, when you came with white rabbits in your arms; and the doves...
- By William MeredithSpared by a car or airplane crash or cured of malignancy, people look around with new eyes at a newly...
- By D. A. Powellfebrile body I woke into: nightsweats, stink of the toil of living: where hands could not bear to approach...