By David Wagoner
Under the sagging clotheslines of crepe paper
By the second string of teachers and wallflowers
In the…
By the second string of teachers and wallflowers
In the…
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- By Christian HawkeyFräulein, can you
sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I drag my sleeping bag
into the meadow’s precise… - By Claude McKayTo clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper… - By Richard JonesValentine’s Day breakfast at Baker’s Square:
Laura drinks coffee while I watch Andrew,
who refuses to… - By Robert BurnsO my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s… - By Kenn NesbittInside my lunch
to my surprise
a perfect heart-shaped
love note lies.
The outside says,
“Will you be… - By Molly PeacockWhat if we got outside ourselves and there
really was an outside out there, not just
our insides turned… - By Theodore RoethkeI knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when… - By John KeatsBright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching… - By Gary SnyderSwung from the toes out,
Belly-breath riding on the knuckles,
The ten-pound maul lifts up,
Sails in… - By Bernadette MayerFirst turn to me after a shower,
you come inside me sideways as always
in the morning you ask me to… - By Ron PadgettLet me cook you some dinner.
Sit down and take off your shoes
and socks and in fact the rest
of your… - By Thom GunnI thought I was so tough,
But gentled at your hands,
Cannot be quick enough
To fly for you and show
… - By Andrew MarvellHad we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which… - By Kevin YoungI am hoping
to hang your head
on my wall
in shame—
the slightest taxidermy
thrills me. Fish
forever… - By Pablo NerudaI don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: … - By Pablo NerudaMatilde, years or days
sleeping, feverish,
here or there,
gazing off,
twisting my spine,
bleeding… - By Alberto RíosVentura because she was hungry and because
She was curious—but more because she was curious—
Took the… - By Kenneth Koch
I
O what a physical effect it has on me
To dive forever into the light blue sea
Of your acquaintance… - By Sir Philip SidneyFly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!
See there that boy, that murd'ring boy, I say,
Who…