If I should die - Emily Dickinson

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  If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If bird...

Cold Blooded Creature by Elinor Wylie

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Man, the egregious egoist, (In mystery the twig is bent,) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he alone is sentient Of the intolerable load ...

In A Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.

The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Hara

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It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 i...

The Solitude of Night by Li Po (Trans: Shigeyoshi Obata)

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It was at a wine party— I lay in a drowse, knowing it not. The blown flowers fell and filled my lap. When I arose, still drunken, T...

To Doctor Empirik by Ben Jonson

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When men a dangerous disease did 'scape, Of old, they gave a cock to Æsculape : Let me give too, that doubly am got free ; From my di...

Oh, For A Bowl of Fat Canary by John Lyly

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Oh, for a bowl of fat Canary,  Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry,  Some nectar else, from Juno’s dairy;  Oh, these draughts would make u...

Jolly Good Ale and Old by Anonymous

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ACK and side go bare, go bare, Both hand and foot go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough Whether it be new or old. But if 1 that...

Autumn Rain by D.H. Lawrence

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The plane leaves fall black and wet on the lawn; the cloud sheaves in heaven’s fields set droop and are drawn in falling seeds of ...
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The Tennis Court Oath by John Ashbery

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What had you been thinking about the face studiously bloodied heaven blotted region I go on loving you like water but there is a te...

All the Difficult Hours and Minutes by Jane Hirshfield

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A ll the difficult hours and minutes are like salted plums in a jar. Continue reading...

Poem Written with Bashō [“A photograph”] by Matthew Rohrer

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A photograph on the back of a hand mirror resembles someone you knew who sang themselves utterly away. Continue reading