By Dorothea Lasky
Helen Frankenthaler is an evil eye
I put her behind me
And hoped for the best
Even she knew
I was lying
Lying…
I put her behind me
And hoped for the best
Even she knew
I was lying
Lying…
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- By Jesse NathanIn front of thousands on a Sunday
the Pope at the Vatican released two doves.
He rang a bell, sang Hail… - By Mitchell GlazierQueenly swans nudge eternity figs
Yellow rose fire
Lit by a ghost breath
I’ve eaten you someplace before… - By Vona GroarkeI had it in the night, the image,
but lacked the energy or will
to magic my body through
my own fourth … - By Brittany CavallaroI kept the six of spades tacked to my corkboard
and when I had a bad day, I imagined some
exhortation … - By Maxine Hong KingstonOh, but Poet crosses eternal
distances. Perfect reader, come though 1,000
years from now. Poem can also… - By Maxine Hong KingstonTranslated By Chun Yu哦，而詩人跨越永恆的
距離。完美的讀者，即使千年
之後，也會到來。詩歌也可
藉由願望抵達千年前的讀者。
李白和杜甫，幸運的海龜，
在有生之年找到了彼此。哦，這是
中國時間和中國詩人的希望。但你
不必是詩人；你… - By Nasser RabahTranslated By Ammiel Alcalay, Emna Zghal & Khaled al-HilliIt just so happens that I gather emptiness in my shirt pocket
and run like I have things to do or I’m… - By Julianne Neelyof none shall The Ghost of Iambic Pentameter (Chaucer?) be abridged on fetish hyperbole language was…
- By Marilyn Chin一 (yī)
Two goats ascending
Mt. Fuji
Wearing flip flops
二 (èr)
A far cry
From the Pearl River Delta
And scrappy… - By Nasser Rabahيحدثُ أنْ ألُمَّ فراغاً عَميقاً بجَيبِ القميصِ، أركضُ كأنَّ لديَّ مَشاغلَ أو
أنَّ وهما ما يلاحقني، … - By Dorothy ParkerUnto seventy years and seven,
Hide your double birthright well—
You, that are the brat of Heaven
And … - By Meredith StrickerI was thinking of some of the messages Rilke will never receive: — dentist called abt your appt tomorrow…
- By Carol Ann DuffyAt childhood’s end, the houses petered out
into playing fields, the factory, allotments
kept, like mistresses… - By Ada LimónEnough of osseous and chickadee and sunflower
and snowshoes, maple and seeds, samara and shoot,
enough… - By Randall MannFirst I want to thank you all for coming,
for standing so patiently in line.
I know these are difficult… - By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By Adela NajarroThe week Poetry stayed at my house,
she kept a razor in a wooden box. Poetry
refused to abandon her … - By Luivette RestoYour obsession is baffling,
with numerous stanzas dedicated to my phases
and the personification of … - By Grisel Y. Acostawe
kill by devaluation
ad(s) tell us who’s worth something
junct(ion) of
professors in a meeting…