By Cole Swensen
a river slips in shifting leaves sifting. a river sifts and falls to pieces in which not seen (this ...
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- By Stephen Ratcliffegrey whiteness of fog against invisible ridge, bird slanting toward pine branch in foreground, sound...
- By Samuel GregoireMy delirium is a transformocean Rocking me like the seven thousand waves That brought Wangolo to Ziltik...
- By Danielle VogelDrift two— perfect curtains of algae almost as one — and the phytoplankton rise oxygen levels , a radiance in ...
- By Coral BrachoWater of jellyfish, lacteal, sinuous water, water of lubricious borders; glassy thickness—Deliquescence...
- By Coral BrachoAgua de medusas, agua láctea, sinuosa, agua de bordes lúbricos; espesura vidriante—Delicuescencia entre...
- By Inger Christensenso here I stand by the out there is the and it looks like the is always alone with the but around behind...
- By Jane HirshfieldOn the fifth day the scientists who studied the rivers were forbidden to speak or to study the rivers...
- By Emma HineI don’t realize I’m starved for the color until the blood washes up on the beach. I’m craving red but...
- By Ted HughesI climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark. Evil air, a frost-making stillness, Not a leaf...
- By Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres property would have been even larger had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont...
- By C. D. WrightWater Cold as it sounds The storm glass Refilled and sealed With a wine cork The spout spilling over...
- By Chris AbaniA stream in a forest and a boy fishing, heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world— lick and pant. The...
- By Trish Salahi. Dog. The time you take home, the time you take away from home. The insistence, the instance worried...
- By Arthur SzeThe tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars. I have no theory of radiance, but after rain ...
- By Hart CraneI Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived...
- By Mark KirschenThe end of the pier Is November— The growing storm Of leaves moving In now— Our hearts are unmasked ...
- By Cheryl SavageauWe breathe the traveling clouds and drink what falls glistening from cliffs and into whirlpool basins...
- By Duane NiatumHow long have they laid buried in the sludge and grime of industry erasing the river's breath and almost...
- By Isabel Duarte-GrayThe corpse boat split the lilies in a black and heaving ribbon in a final day on earth. This lake ain...