By Larry Levis
I had already decided that a thing could not be seen
For the thing it was, when I looked up & waved …
For the thing it was, when I looked up & waved …
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- By Robert Wood LynnI loved all the things so much I tried
to stick them one to another. I spit
my gum between the cushions… - By Suzanne MatsonOnly the wrinkle
of a disappearing squirrel
breaks the snow stillness.
The walker, swathed in wool… - By Darrel Alejandro HolnesBeloved,
we have lost the gardenias
that once trembled
on your collarbone
like soft refusals.
we have… - By Alberto RíosThe bright night sky,
Doorway to everything—
In all that black
All those stars:
Salt.
Pinpricks.
… - By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariCrown me with roses.
Yes, really, crown me
With roses.
I want to hold the hour
In my hands paganly,
Lightly… - By Ricardo ReisCoroae-me de rosas.
Coroae-me em verdade
De rosas.
Quero ter a hora
Nas mãos pagãmente
E leve,
Mal… - By Frank X WalkerIt’s complicated.
Me and the South. Me,
and the land, and the trees.
Whose ever woods these are
are full… - By Arthur SzeKayaking along shore with a glacier across the bay—
a moose calf and her mother browse among birches … - By Arthur SzeA magpie squawks at the top of a blue spruce,
while white-winged doves coo back and forth
across the orchard… - By Shara Lessleyice in the grass of want:
queen of leaf-
rot, I’ve let go— - By Shara LessleyBelly to branch, the sapsucker drills
the maple’s well, drumming
the trunk, its red throat thrumming.
I… - By Khadijah QueenA PBS documentary tells me
two thousand years ago in Babylon
astronomers notched eighteen years of eclipse… - By Aimee Nezhukumatathil
- By Nur TurkmaniA jackal returns to the border town of Aitaroun,
after a year of phosphorus bombs. June, wasn’t it,
years… - By Bianca StoneThere’s always a snowstorm coming
and I’m always booked at a café
on the other side of the mountain… - By Omar MusaI pestle sea rice
on the shore, mix with
shipwreck’s pitch. Black damper, sun-baked.
This fickle… - By Terrance HayesHandcuffed in daylight walking through air
today the subject imagined a near future
where other subjects… - By Omar MusaTime’s allegro.
Sulu Sea skitters in
like fire, fern-green rolling boil,
phytoplankton gobbling red & blue…
