By Bianca Stone
There’s always a snowstorm coming
and I’m always booked at a café
on the other side of the mountain…
and I’m always booked at a café
on the other side of the mountain…
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- By E. Ethelbert Millerwhen trees bend funny and out of shape
when lightblue skies turn blueblack gray
hungry winds will
knock… - By A XinTranslated By Wang PingListen to the snow on earth, falling upon us
From the unknown space. Sky darkens—a line of poetry
Is half… - By Kevin YoungOnce, in winter, I was blessed
by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom
of it, the cabin lit … - By Doug Gonzalezonly I stood in the rain with wet skin. I could taste the dew though it had not yet found my lips. …
- By Ide Amari Thompsonso beautiful, it hurt
to listen when your rain
what fall, drop, fresh-
water. drawn as the day come
… - By Lis SanchezBefore there were cavalry horses sheening the street
with golden turds, there were strains of a treble… - By Andrew FrisardiThe city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat
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""" """ n’t… - By Mary B. MooreCloud slurry: the “It,” that rains
and sets off the big burns out West
has iced the last snow, and … - By Mary B. MooreThe window clouds do roof-tiles
and ripples before they drown in sun,
become haze, innuendo,
but of… - By Arvind Krishna MehrotraSet with raindrops, displayed
between the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,
was the cobweb I almost walked… - By Julia FiedorczukTranslated By Bill JohnstonFrom within my bodily singularity
I play at sending out gentle sunbeams.
I don't believe in myself, but… - By Stephen Ratcliffelight coming into fog against invisible
top of ridge, blue jay on redwood fence
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
starting from this concept,
anything that is not
on... - By Jan WagnerTranslated By David Keplingerit appears as a hand-kiss, gentle nudge,
spray of memory: remember
where you came from, frog.
or galloping, as a thundering horde,
to tender unto caesar what is caesar’s,
until everything flees into the entryways
under the cover of newspapers
and briefcases: whoever listens at the open... - By Jan Wagnererscheint als handkuß, als sanfter stubser,
erinnerungsgischt: denke daran,
wo du herkommst, lurch.
oder galoppierend, als donnernde horde,
dem kaiser zu holen, was des kaisers ist,
bis alles in die hauseingänge flieht
im schutz von zeitungen und aktentaschen:
wer lauschen darf am offenen fenster,
ahnt, daß er zwar... - By Stephen Ratcliffegrey whiteness of fog against invisible
ridge, bird slanting toward pine branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
now in a new way and from
was, more than form
... - By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven!
O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven
To dungeons where a prisoner lies?
Methinks the hands that shut the sun
So sternly from this morning's brow
Might still their rebel task have done
And checked a thing...