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Austerity / by Janet Loxley Lewis

Janet Loxley Lewis
                                          From “Cold Hills” 
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I have lived so long
On the cold hills alone …
I loved the rock
And the lean pine trees,
Hated the life in the turfy meadow,
Hated the heavy, sensuous bees. Devamını Oku

Suddenly / by Sharon Olds

Sharon Olds

And suddenly, it’s today, it’s this morning
they are putting Ruth into the earth,
her breasts going down, under the hill,
like the moon and sun going down together. Devamını Oku

The Bride Tree Can’t Be Read / by Brenda Hillman

 
Brenda Hillman
The bride tree puts down its roots
below the phyla. It is there
when we die & when we are born,
middle & upper branches reaching
the planet heart by the billions
during a revolution we don’t see.  Devamını Oku

My Childhood / by Matthew Zapruder

 Matthew Zapruder

the orange ball arcs perfectly into the orange hoop

making a sound like a drawer closing

you will never get to hold that

I am here and nothing terrible will ever happen

across the street the giant white house full of kids

turns the pages of an endless book

the mother comes home and finds the child animal sleeping  Devamını Oku

Self-Portrait in a Wire Jacket / by Monica Youn

Monica-Youn

To section off
is to intensify,

to deaden.
Some surfaces

cannot be salvaged.
Leave them

to lose function,
to persist only
Devamını Oku

Wonder Cabinet / by Tina Chang

Tina Chang

I opened the silver pronged evening and translated

the great song of the Industrial Age. Each night

I hoped it would tell a different ending. Each time

it sang a song, sadder than I would have imagined. Devamını Oku

It was a hard thing to undo this knot / by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Gerard-Manley-Hopkins

It was a hard thing to undo this knot.

The rainbow shines, but only in the thought

Of him that looks. Yet not in that alone,

For who makes rainbows by invention?  Devamını Oku

from Please Bury Me in This / by Allison Benis White

Allison-Benis-White

Maybe my arms lifted as a woman lowers a dress over my head.

This is not what I want to tell you.

Devamını Oku

Excelsior / by Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Who has gone farthest? for I would go farther,
And who has been just? for I would be the most just person of the Devamını Oku

Getting Close / by Victoria Redel

Victoria-Redel
Because my mother loved pocketbooks

I come alive at the opening click or close of a metal clasp. Devamını Oku

Permanence / by Denise Duhamel

Denise-Duhamel

The barista at the coffee shop is covered in tattoos. She says there are only two ways they hold her back. 1. She can’t work at Starbucks. 2. She can’t wear a corsage, since she’d just be way too busy, and this makes me laugh. She says no to gifts from prom dates–the wrist corsage, the pinned corsage; no to bridal bouquets, the get-well-soon carnations. One day soon her mother will insist on sympathy wreaths around her coffin, which is closed, lest she be confused with the flowers. Devamını Oku

Summer in the South / by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

The oriole sings in the greening grove

As if he were half-way waiting,

The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,

Timid and hesitating.  Devamını Oku

from The Princess / [Sweet and low, sweet and low] by Lord Alfred Tennyson

 Lord-Alfred-Tennyson

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Devamını Oku

Birding at the Dairy / by Sidney Wade

Sidney-Wade

We’re searching
for the single

yellow-headed
blackbird Devamını Oku

Proximity / by Randall Mann

Out of the fog comes a little white bus.
It ferries us south to the technical mouth
of the bay. This is biopharma, Double Helix Way. Devamını Oku

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