By Emily Wilson
stripped batting of cloud glimpsed ligaments dusk coming up under lithographic, nib-hatchings instruments...
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- By CAConrad
“don’t tell me it was
the wind!” Frank shouts
“THAT TREE
WAVED
AT ME!” - By Frances Ellen Watkins HarperWelcome children of the Spring, In your garbs of green and gold, Lifting up your sun-crowned heads On...
- By Federico García LorcaVerde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la monta...
- By Jane HirshfieldOn the fifth day the scientists who studied the rivers were forbidden to speak or to study the rivers...
- By Shanta LeeHunger like her mama Most strong in White gaze as in a Cowbird’s flirtation Sprouted in eyes to tongues to bellies...
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- By OvidSome are transformed just once And live their whole lives after in that shape. Others have a facility...
- By Federico García LorcaGreen I want you green green wind green branches Boat on the sea and horse on the mountain Shadow on...
- By Alvin FeinmanThis this will it always be, and why To ever argue for: here walking In its life, or sprawled, or loitering...
- By Alvin FeinmanAnd the light, a wakened heyday of air Tuned low and clear and wide, A radiance now that would emblaze...
- 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 David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun, the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar draping his sheets...
- By Kara KrewerUnder which she pruned the peach trees and a tiny gateway opened in her spine. That pain distilled there...
- By Mark HaddonThey stand in parks and graveyards and gardens. Some of them are taller than department stores, yet ...
- By Arthur SzeGinkgo, cottonwood, pin oak, sweet gum, tulip tree: our emotions resemble leaves and alive to their ...
- By Safia Elhillowhen i think of us i think of the lakewater near longtown, what might not technically constitute a lake...
- By Sayuri AyersAfter Honeycrisp and Winesap have fallen, another season begins. The orchard glistens adorned in rose...
- By Angelina Weld GrimkéI have just seen a most beautiful thing Slim and still Against a gold, gold sky, A straight black cypress...
- By Cheryl SavageauIn his new poem the red autumn woods are a metaphor for leftist martyrs We are traveling east through...
- By Joanna KlinkDusk fell every night. Things fall. Why should I have been surprised. Before it was possible to imagine...