The Gift to Sing -by James Weldon Johnson
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful...
Hearing: Poems
The God Abandons Antony -by C.P. Cavafy
At midnight, when suddenly you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now, work gone wrong,...
Charlie Parker (1950) -by Campbell McGrath
Bird is building a metropolis with his horn. Here are the gates of Babylon, the walls of Jericho cast down. Might die in Chicago, Kansas...
The Sound of the Sea -by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide...
A Silence -by Amy Clampitt
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven unicorn the maiden (man-carved worm-eaten)...
Ghazal -by Larry Levis
Does exile begin at birth? I lived beside a wide river For so long I stopped hearing it. As when a glass shatters during an...