By Sharon Olds
Another Grand Jury does not hand an indictment down (“I Can’t Breathe”), and for a moment it seems as...
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- By Ron SillimanPutting the pox in apocalypse the pudding in the skull has a lemony taste just a little until you push...
- By W. S. Di PieroThey’re gathering now cone-head ghouls Spider-Man fly-by-nighters’ burnt-cork cheeks flailed sheets ...
- By John BalabanAfter most of the bodies were hauled away and while the FBI and the Fire Department and NYPD were still...
- By Adam ZagajewskiTry to praise the mutilated world. Remember June's long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine...
- By D. NurkseWe gave our dogs a button to sniff, or a tissue, and they bounded off confident in their training, in...
- By Tom SleighI / omen What was going on in the New York American Black/red/green helmeted neon night? The elevator...
- By Peter BalakianWhen I left Eli Zabar the cut-out star on the window was whirling in the animation of the rich and hungry...
- By Peter Balakian1. A canvas with less turpentine, more hard edges, less bleeding, that was good for beauty, Frankenthaler in Art News in...
- By Christina RossettiRemember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by...
- By Wisława SzymborskaThey jumped from the burning floors— one, two, a few more, higher, lower. The photograph halted them...
- By William Jay SmithInto the smouldering ruin now go down: And walk where once she walked and breathe the air She breathed...
- By Tony GloegglerMy brother was on his way to a dental appointment when the second plane hit four stories below the office...
- By Kenneth GoldsmithMetropolitan Forecast D8 l the new york times tuesday, september 11, 2001 Metropolitan Forecast today...
- By Carl SandburgDesolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps, The whistle of a boat...
- By Anne BrontëYes, thou art gone and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me; But I may pass the old church door...