Dream On (James Tate Poems)
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
Poetry Poems (1966 Poems)
Loyalty (James Tate Poems)
This is the hardest part: When I came back to life I was a good family dog and not too ...
Night Opens to the Storm (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. Night opens to the storm, a mauve coupling, swollen. The sky, laden ...
Pardon (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése. Pardon si j'ai ri dans vos chapelles, pardon si j'ai claquè la porte de l'h?pital, pardon ...
Forgive Me (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. Forgive me if I have laughed in your chapels, forgive me if ...
Tu m’as donnè une arme (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése. Tu m'as donnè une arme Dans le troupeau humain, tu as lancè tes mots commes des ...
You’ve given me a weapon (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. You've given me a weapon. you've flung your words into the human ...
La dètresse s’enroule (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése. Le volcan en attente au fond de nous ronge, creuse, tremble, soupése ses chances. La dètresse ...
Distress Coils (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. The waiting volcano inside us gnaws, digs, trembles, weighs its chances. Distress ...
The Inventory Of Goodbye (Anne Sexton Poems)
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
Wayward Wind (Belinda Subraman Poems)
My patient, Paul, wrote in a poem that he belongs to the wayward wind, a restless breed, a strange and ...
The Break Away (Anne Sexton Poems)
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
Prologue (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
1/ The taste of a poem is in the relishing sweet, sour or bitter cold, lukewarm or hot The test ...
Thing Language (Jack Spicer Poems)
This ocean, humiliating in its disguises Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The ocean Does not mean to ...
Skizonoid (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
as old zagreb lies there on the wait for a young friend driving, i question myself, "Do you love nausea?"; ...
On Fayrford Windowes (William Strode Poems)
I know no paynt of poetry Can mend such colourd Imag'ry In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I May relish thy ...
The Hypermarket (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
history is a hurried checklist of the goods mankind wishes to unforget poetry is a soft whisper against the bads ...
Je Suis (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése Je suis le fer rouge sur l'èpaule du condamnè, le gibet et la corde, la hache ...
Far Away and Long Ago (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
Far away and long ago, a young lady who had lost her way found herself wandering in a wood and ...
I Am (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. I am the red brand on the shoulder of the condemned, the ...
Kemang Afternoon Blues (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You'd have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign ...
Visage volè l’oiseau (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése Je ne sais qui tu caches sous ton visage inventè, ton visage volè l'oiseau, emprisonnè de ...
Poem for My Wife (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
This morning when we woke up the meat cages still locked us up* We took a bath so they'd look ...
Face Stolen From a Bird (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. I don't know who you're hiding behind your mask, your face stolen ...
Epilogue (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
I have refused to refuse to publish this book of poetry Today they've found over a hundred poems in this ...
La nuit s’ouvre, l’orage (Judith Skillman Poems)
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése La nuit s'ouvre, l'orage, accouplement mauve, boursouflure. Le ciel chargè comme un bateau marchand jette l'ancre. ...
I Have Loved Hours At Sea (Sara Teasdale Poems)
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flower, Music, the making of a poem ...
Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 3 (Christopher Smart Poems)
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
They’ve Come (Alfonsina Storni Poems)
Today my mother and sisters came to see me. I had been alone a long time with my poems, my ...
Makers And Creatures (Vernon Scannell Poems)
It is a curious experience And one you"re bound to know, though probably In other realms than that of literature, ...