Explore Poems: Animals
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- By Nur TurkmaniA jackal returns to the border town of Aitaroun,
after a year of phosphorus bombs. June, wasn’t it,
years… - By Tishani Doshikeeps waking me, even though it’s nowhere
near monsoon. At two in the morning,
and for every hour after… - By David HernandezFirst, the shirt—
my canvas—this black T
I grip, tug up
over my head, and lay
square on the autumn … - By marion eames whiteTRUTH
BE TOLD: I FUCKED UP - By Reed TurchiTonight I’m performing weeknight
domestic dinner party, where one
friend asks about another’s snakes—
the… - By Kimiko HahnThe sky is a sickly
smell, even a crow
cannot fly and will
land to nestle
and breed in
twigs and plastics… - By Kimiko HahnMy favorite months reside in autumn
when the sunset is riddled with crows—
and my wishes swerve to fly… - By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Rigoberto GonzálezAll insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar… - By Rigoberto GonzálezIn love again, I welcome the familiar
high, the dizzying state of detecting
signs around me that the world… - By John BurnsideNothing is adapted to the fret
of LED and blockwork, snow-drift
gusted over ice into
the hayricks, scraps… - By Alvin PangRightsized for the mi
lieu, sensorily super
human (and who’s to say how else). Leapt lengths
in single … - By Shastra Deofor a snootful of roots, fallen fruits, and the carrion
of a cream-coloured marten. She scuffs a four… - By Robin BlaserA lion padded down the sidewalk toward him, shedding
light. He knew he began then to talk–loud enough… - By Umberto SabaTranslated By Patrick WorsnipMan, your misfortune’s bottomless.
You’re too much and too little. You survey
with envy (though you think… - By Lucille Cliftonoh Master Of All Who Take And Wash
And Eat lift me away at the end into evening
forever into sanctified… - By Ruth FainlightIt makes me glad to watch a fox
cross the road as I drive at night
through the city after a party.
I admire… - By Aase BergTranslated By Johannes GöranssonI walk naturally
through the white flutter
Apollo butterflies flicker
float, ease up
paper swallows
rustle…
