By Li-Young Lee
And when, in the city in which I love you,even my most excellent song goes unanswered,and I mount the...
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- By William Butler Yeats'Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,' Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where...
- By William Butler YeatsHow can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics,...
- By William Butler YeatsI I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at last being...
- By Li-Young LeeWrist,neck,shoulder,waist,you turn.And I turn with you.Glance,grasp,blush,breath,you turn.And I turn...
- By Rosabetty MuñozHere we converge toward the only star.Let’s fall in, love of mine,let’s drop our oarsdown to where night...
- By Rosabetty MuñozAquí confluimos hacia la única estrella.Volquémonos amado mío,dejemos caer los remoshasta donde la noche...
- By Raúl ZuritaAnd then rained down from ferocious cloudsour empty pupils heard the suspended breakersbeat while down...
- By Heather ChristleI did not know it was possible (your constancy being among your chief characteristics) and I, bereft...
- By Christian J. CollierWe were ravaged by our loss, our child. In the shower, slightly past midnight,after I’d covered the ...
- By UnknownLēodum is mīnum swylce him mon lāc gife; willað hȳ hine āþecgan gif hē on þrēat cymeð. Ungelīc is ū...
- By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones— is it okay not to look out this window, but...
- By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
- By Tilsa OttaTo voice something that doesn’t end in a smile is odd. The spirit circles the body, doctors can’t see...
- By Tilsa OttaPronunciar algo que no termine en una sonrisa es extraño. El alma circula por el cuerpo,los doctores...
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
- By Tilsa OttaSince everything turnsI can always talk about myselfand you’ll know I'll be speaking of youAlwayswe ...
- By Tilsa OttaComo todo da vueltaspuedo hablar siempre de míy sabes que estaré hablando de tiSiempretodos somos el...
- By Tilsa OttaI like to think that when lovers say they’ll love foreverThat really their love does last foreverAnd...