Postcards by Margaret Atwood
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is the pink sand. What we...
Smell: Poems
In a Garden -by Elizabeth Jennings
When the gardener has gone this garden Looks wistful and seems waiting an event. It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden And even more...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples Lost Alexandria still burns in...
The Ancient World -by Mark Doty
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside the collar "Potentate" and "Vizier."...
Smell! -by William Carlos Williams
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, always...
Nostos -by Louise Gluck
There was an apple tree in the yard -- this would have been forty years ago -- behind, only meadows. Drifts of crocus in the...
Eternity by William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun...