Poem
By Doug Gonzalez
only I stood in the rain
with wet skin.
I could taste the dew
though it had not yet
found my lips.
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Landscapes & Pastorals
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- PoemBy Hershman JohnLast Easter, I gave my mother-in-law a large, brown, simple ceramic
Navajo water pot, shiny with pine… - PoemBy Chris HoshnicDá’ák’eh ahooł’níi niłch’i doo naadą́ą́.
Naadą́ niłch’i
Doo Sodizin.
Niłchi adiin goo
Sodizin bee ’adoolnii… - PoemBy James JoyceI heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sighing… - PoemBy Meredith Strickerin the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging
south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes
repopulate serpentine deltas - PoemBy Carolyn ForchéThese are your stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield… - PoemBy Timothy DonnellyAnd though we had fed long and well at the table
the talk always turned to whether to go on
regardless… - PoemBy Andrew FrisardiPRIMEAt dawn, the shapes of cypresses in fog
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born… - PoemBy Don Domanski*
clouds creak in the sky
herons creak in the sky.
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the dark approaches itself
from all sides once again… - PoemBy Peter O’LearyIn a wind
the lake's scissoring surface
and the Sun's vernal glare
the gulls cut to curls
in their turns… - PoemBy Kristi Stoutthere is a woman in love with my husband. she buried a lamb this morning i didn’t. ahead of myself. …
- PoemBy James JoyceHe travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
Calling to them, a voice they … - PoemBy Peter O’LearyThe great spastic glass of the Sun
in winter's going glare. :: Wind's antic helicoid
winding upward through… - PoemBy William OlsenMy father bought us this trip, he'd taken it, he wanted to give us an experience,
our eyes to see for… - PoemBy Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI saw a herd of toads in the gully of my reflection
Staring at each other arguing over insects
It wasn… - PoemBy Tilsa OttaVi una manada de sapos mirándose entre ellos
Discutiendo insectos en el cauce de mi reflejo
No fue rom…