By Sri Chinmoy
Within, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
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- By Emily Wilsonstripped batting of cloud glimpsed ligaments dusk coming up under lithographic, nib-hatchings instruments...
- By Erin BelieuMorning thick with inscrutable dinge; another season drained. I’m watching the pest control man fill...
- By CAConrad
Frank knows a
butterfly
who wonders
about her old
caterpillar
friends - By CAConrad
“don’t tell me it was
the wind!” Frank shouts
“THAT TREE
WAVED
AT ME!” - By Stephen Ratcliffelight coming into fog against invisible top of ridge, blue jay on redwood fence in foreground, sound...
- By Cole Swensena river slips in shifting leaves sifting. a river sifts and falls to pieces in which not seen (this ...
- By Campbell McGrath1 A hoard of seashells has appeared offshore this winter, half-buried alongside smooth rocks and chunked...
- He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
- By Helene AchanzarI wish I had hiked the frozen hill tonight for reception, called to tell you I had a good time hearing...
- By Jan Wagnerit appears as a hand-kiss, gentle nudge, spray of memory: remember where you came from, frog. or galloping...
- By Marc Isaac PotterThere is not any ... thing ... ... the fish, and all the living things that are not fish, ... they kill...
- By Jan Wagnererscheint als handkuß, als sanfter stubser, erinnerungsgischt: denke daran, wo du herkommst, lurch. ...
- By Stephen Ratcliffegrey whiteness of fog against invisible ridge, bird slanting toward pine branch in foreground, sound...
- By Holly Mitchell1. After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn...
- By Isabel Duarte-GraySunday we lay hands on a girl of ten hand on hand on cornsilk hair. We sing the secret language sung...
- By Frances Ellen Watkins HarperWelcome children of the Spring, In your garbs of green and gold, Lifting up your sun-crowned heads On...
- By Countee CullenIf for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
- By Samuel GregoireMy delirium is a transformocean Rocking me like the seven thousand waves That brought Wangolo to Ziltik...
- By S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenSIR, the 28 spheres of Kamen’s harmony Susceptible, inferred, immense, actual - the electron microscopy...