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 Rita Dovelate, in aqua and ermine, gardeniasscaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,her gloves white, her...
- By William Butler YeatsI What shall I do with this absurdity — O heart, O troubled heart — this caricature, Decrepit age that...
- By William Butler YeatsI have heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, Of poets that are...
- By William Butler YeatsI I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children...
- By William Butler YeatsA sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark...
- By William Butler YeatsI That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying ...
- By Yasmine AmeliIn another story, my baba bozorg paints flowers. He is little. His name Amir means shah, but the shah...
- By Yasmine AmeliSa’id goes missing. Forty years later, my mama tells me his poems got into the wrong hands. It is the...
- By Yasmine AmeliNanny’s husband is dead, and her six children are growing. Every morning, she readjusts her one fake...
- By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs...
- By Brenda HillmanHaving stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold Warthey had 30 leftover dolphins.An officer...
- By Raúl ZuritaAnd then rained down from ferocious cloudsour empty pupils heard the suspended breakersbeat while down...
- By Joshua SeigalI don’t like similes.Every time I try to think of onemy brain feels like a vast, empty desert;my eyes...
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- By Peter O’LearyIn a windthe lake's scissoring surfaceand the Sun's vernal glarethe gulls cut to curlsin their turns...
