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28	Diorama	The Blue Hole Summer Fair, set up and spread out like a butterfly pinned down on paper. Twin bright-lit wings, identically shaped (and fenced) and sized. This side holds the waffled-tin (and oven-hot) huts of the Home Arts Booths and Contests, the hay-sweet display-cages for the 4-H livestock, the streamer-h...	Atsuro Riley	Activities,School & Learning,Social Commentaries,Race & Ethnicity
29	Heat Wave	Sheets entangle him Naked on his bed Like a toppled mast Slack sails bedeck At sea, no ballast For that even keel He cannot keep— No steering wheel As he falls asleep	Samuel Menashe	The Body,Nature
30	The Stars Are	The stars are Although I do not sing About them— The sky and the trees Are indifferent To whom they please The rose is unmoved By my nose And the garland in your hair Although your eyes be lakes, dies Why sigh for a star Better bay at the moon Better bay at the moon . . . Oh moon, moon, moo...	Samuel Menashe	Nature,Stars, Planets, Heavens,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire
31	Incubus	The chain uncouples, and his jacket hangs on the peg over hers, and he's inside. She stalls in the kitchen, putting the kettle on, buys herself a minute looking for two matching cups for the lime-flower tea, not really lime but linden, heart-shaped leaves and sticky flowers that smell of antifreeze. She ...	Craig Arnold	Living,Disappointment & Failure,Life Choices,Marriage & Companionship,Love,Activities,Indoor Activities,Relationships,Men & Women,Social Commentaries
32	Aperture	Open the window and you want to fly out, though you never actually do— I think I see you, still there on the ledge, where I've left you. How pulled-awake and flung can one life be? Again I thought, It will end. Again I promised and clung. I learned there that to cling was in my nature. I think I ...	Jennifer Tonge	Love,Break-ups & Vexed Love,Realistic & Complicated,Relationships,Nature,Trees & Flowers
33	On Munsungun	My father in the aluminum stern, cursing another fouled blood-knot: all the shits and fucks as integral to the art of fishing as the bait-fish, little silver smelts I sewed like a manual transmission, the same inbred order and precision needling the leader through the ass, out the mouth, through the jaw,...	Ethan Stebbins	Living,Disappointment & Failure,Activities,Sports & Outdoor Activities,Relationships,Family & Ancestors,Nature,Animals,Seas, Rivers, & Streams
34	You Can't Buy Shoes in a Painting	You can't even buy a soda. You can only see these things, see a mother steer her son to the car, his head cocked licking his ice cream. Earlier, driving, trying to keep between two cornfields, I couldn't see myself into a map, couldn't be anywhere in it, though I knew all the patient states between u...	Jill Osier	Nature,Landscapes & Pastorals,Arts & Sciences,Painting & Sculpture
35	Descent	My father drummed darkness Through the underbrush Until lightning struck I take after him Clouds crowd the sky Around me as I run Downhill on a high— I am my mother's son Born long ago In the storm's eye	Samuel Menashe	Relationships,Family & Ancestors
36	Captain, Captive	Of your fate Fast asleep On the bed you made Dream away Wake up late	Samuel Menashe	null
37	Apotheosis	Taut with longing You must become The god you sought— The only one	Samuel Menashe	Religion
38	Humidifier	—After Robert Pinsky Defier of closed space, such as the head, opener Of the sealed passageways, so that Sunlight entering the nose can once again Exit the ear, vaporizer, mist machine, whose Soft hiss sounds like another human being But less erratic, more stable, or, if not like a human bei...	Louise Glück	null
39	The Modern Pastoral Elegy	A Tick-Where-Appropriate Template It begins with unspecified “you” and “we” raising fists of defiance to the void, the morning we opened the obituary, a pun on “decompose” you’d have enjoyed. These crocodile tears shed in rhyme, in an age too commercial to care, recall how we met the first...	Conor O'Callaghan	Living,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries
40	Chicken Pig	It’s like being lost in the forest, hungry, with a plump live chicken in your cradling arms: you want to savage the bird, but you also want the eggs. You go weak on your legs. What’s worse, what you need most is the companionship, but you’re too hungry to know that. That is something you only know after yo...	Jennifer Michael Hecht	Relationships,Pets,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire
41	On the Metro	On the metro, I have to ask a young woman to move the packages beside her to make room for me; she’s reading, her foot propped on the seat in front of her, and barely looks up as she pulls them to her. I sit, take out my own book—Cioran, The Temptation to Exist—and notice her glancing up from hers to take i...	C. K. Williams	Living,Growing Old,Love,Desire,Realistic & Complicated,Unrequited Love,Relationships,Men & Women,Arts & Sciences,Reading & Books,Social Commentaries,Gender & Sexuality
0	Conches on Christmas	Diluvian, draggled and derelict posse, this barnacled pod so pales next to everything we hear of red tides and pilot whales that a word like “drama” makes me sound remiss except that there was a kind of littoral drama in the way the shells silently, sans the heraldry of bells, neatly, sans an astrological aff...	Mike Chasar	Nature,Animals,Seas, Rivers, & Streams,Winter,Religion,Christianity
1	Address: The Archaeans, One Cell Creatures	Although most are totally naked and too scant for even the slightest color and although they have no voice that I’ve ever heard for cry or song, they are, nevertheless, more than mirage, more than hallucination, more than falsehood. They have confronted sulfuric boiling black sea bottoms and stayed,...	Pattiann Rogers	Arts & Sciences,Sciences
2	The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock	S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out...	T. S. Eliot	Living,Disappointment & Failure,Growing Old,Time & Brevity,Love,Classic Love,Desire,Heartache & Loss,Realistic & Complicated,Unrequited Love,Relationships,Men & Women,Religion,Faith & Doubt,Arts & Sciences,Reading & Books,Social Commentaries,Cities & Urban Life
3	The Miscarriage	Some species can crack pavement with their shoots to get their share of sun some species lay a purple froth of eggs and leave it there to sprinkle tidepools with tadpole confetti some species though you stomp them in the carpet have already stashed away the families that will inherit every floor at midnight ...	Amit Majmudar	Living,Parenthood,Sorrow & Grieving,Relationships,Men & Women
4	Novelette	With her one horrid eye persistently unfastened, a vigilant bird watched my grandfather during the Great Depression use each evening of one whole year to wander his corn fields knowing this world is just one pig after another in one pen after another. Therefore, the bird heard him suppose, shouldn’t he with his...	Adrian Blevins	Living,Disappointment & Failure,Relationships,Family & Ancestors,Home Life,Nature,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire
5	Human Hunger	I Comstock stands in the densely odorous kitchen sniffing Mrs. Yapp’s squab pies. His hunger makes him wide awake and he can imagine Mrs. Yapp twenty years ago when she was a bouncing Evelina and I delight to see them there, Comstock and Mrs. Yapp, in the creaking steaming kitchen of darkly scarred wood beside...	Mark Halliday	null
6	Sparrow Trapped in the Airport	Never the bark and abalone mask cracked by storms of a mastering god, never the gods’ favored glamour, never the pelagic messenger bearing orchards in its beak, never allegory, not wisdom or valor or cunning, much less hunger demanding vigilance, industry, invention, or the instinct to claim some small...	Averill Curdy	Activities,Travels & Journeys,Nature,Animals,Mythology & Folklore
7	Salvation	Finally, I gave up on obeisance, and refused to welcome either retribution or the tease of sunny days. As for the can’t-be- seen, the sum-of-all-details, the One—oh, when it came to salvation I was only sure I needed to be spared someone else’s version of it. The small prayers I devised had in th...	Stephen Dunn	Living,Religion,Faith & Doubt
8	Canada Anemone	I count nineteen white blossoms which would not be visible except for their wiry stems that catapult them above the grass like the last white pop of fireworks, a toothed blast of leaf below. It’s the Fourth of July on the bank of Hinkson Creek fifty years ago, the powder- bitterness, the red ...	Fleda Brown	Nature,Landscapes & Pastorals,Trees & Flowers,Independence Day
9	To You	Beginning on a line by Silvio Rodríguez How will it taste—the beer the gravedigger will drink after bestowing your dirt coat? What will he say—you keeled the outrigger too south, & when the breakers rolled, no boats heard your Mayday? & will he ask his friends at the bar—if someone calls a M...	Kevin A. González	Living,Death,Sorrow & Grieving,Nature,Seas, Rivers, & Streams
10	The Guru	Here comes the wise man in the story of sick times, telling you how to find the passage of satisfaction. He is many million years old and has been walking many thousand miles, more miles, more lengths of road than the shrunk-up earth of these days possesses, to find you. He has a veda from before creation to s...	A. F. Moritz	Religion,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire,Social Commentaries
11	Poem of Disconnected Parts	At Robben Island the political prisoners studied. They coined the motto Each one Teach one. In Argentina the torturers demanded the prisoners Address them always as “Profesor.” Many of my friends are moved by guilt, but I Am a creature of shame, I am ashamed to say. Culture the lock, culture ...	Robert Pinsky	Religion,Other Religions,The Spiritual,Arts & Sciences,Philosophy,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries,Crime & Punishment,History & Politics,War & Conflict
12	Stomackes	We know far more about the philosophical underpinnings of Puritanism than we do about what its practitioners consumed at countless meals. —James Deetz 1 Yes. So we must reconnect ideas of God, and the definitions of “liberty,” and the psychology of our earliest models of governance, with o...	Albert Goldbarth	Activities,Eating & Drinking,Religion,Christianity,Other Religions,The Spiritual,Arts & Sciences,Reading & Books,Social Commentaries,History & Politics,Mythology & Folklore,Thanksgiving
0	Poem on His Birthday [Facs. drafts]		Dylan Thomas	null
1	Country Songs		Ben Belitt	null
2	1 January 1965	The Wise Men will unlearn your name. Above your head no star will flame. One weary sound will be the same— the hoarse roar of the gale. The shadows fall from your tired eyes as your lone bedside candle dies, for here the calendar breeds nights till stores of candles fail. What prompts this melancholy...	Joseph Brodsky	Living,Death,Growing Old,Time & Brevity,Nature,Winter,New Year
3	1-800-FEAR	We'd like to talk with you about fear they said so many people live in fear these days they drove up all four of them in a small car nice boy they said beautiful dogs they said so friendly the man ahead of the woman the other two waiting in the drive I was ...	Jody Gladding	Living,Social Commentaries,Popular Culture
0	The Bean Eaters	They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair. Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good. Two who have lived their day, But keep on putting on their clothes And putting things away. And remembering ... Remembering, with twin...	Gwendolyn Brooks	Living,Growing Old,Marriage & Companionship,Relationships,Home Life
1	The Spider	I The spider expects the cold of winter. When the shadows fall in long Autumn He congeals in a nest of paper, prepares The least and minimal existence, Obedient to nature. No other course Is his; no other availed him when In high summer he spun and furled The gaudy catches. I am that spider, Caugh...	Richard Eberhart	Nature,Animals,Seas, Rivers, & Streams,Summer,Winter,Religion,Arts & Sciences,Philosophy,Poetry & Poets
0	The Distances	The accumulation of reefs piling up one over the others like thoughts of the sky increasing as the head rises unto horizons of wet December days perforated with idle motions of gulls . . . and our feelings. I’ve been wondering about what you mean, standing in the spray of shadows before an ocean ab...	Jim Carroll	null
0	0	Philosophic in its complex, ovoid emptiness, a skillful pundit coined it as a sort of stopgap doorstop for those quaint equations Romans never dreamt of. In form completely clever and discrete—a mirror come unsilvered, loose watch face without the works, ...	Hailey Leithauser	Arts & Sciences,Philosophy
1	!	Dear Writers, I’m compiling the first in what I hope is a series of publications I’m calling artists among artists. The theme for issue 1 is “Faggot Dinosaur.” I hope to hear from you! Thank you and best wishes.	Wendy Videlock	Relationships,Gay, Lesbian, Queer,Arts & Sciences,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries,Gender & Sexuality
0	Tinder and Flint		Lew R. Sarett	null
1	Hospital Poems		Merrill Moore	null
2	Color of Dreams		Witter Bynner	null
3	By Way of Contrast		Babette Deutsch	null
4	("Your life, so rarefied...")		George H. Dillon	null
5	("I think you are closer to me...")		George H. Dillon	null
6	("Yours is the Attic and ambiguous...")		George H. Dillon	null
7	Questions and Answers		John Wheelwright	null
8	This Fountainhead		Ben Belitt	null
9	A Labyrinth of Being		R. P. Blackmur	null
10	Reflections		Norman Macleod	null
11	So Ordered		Merrill Moore	null
12	1 January 1965	The Wise Men will unlearn your name. Above your head no star will flame. One weary sound will be the same— the hoarse roar of the gale. The shadows fall from your tired eyes as your lone bedside candle dies, for here the calendar breeds nights till stores of candles fail. What prompts this melancholy...	Joseph Brodsky	Living,Death,Growing Old,Time & Brevity,Nature,Winter,New Year
13	1-800-FEAR	We'd like to talk with you about fear they said so many people live in fear these days they drove up all four of them in a small car nice boy they said beautiful dogs they said so friendly the man ahead of the woman the other two waiting in the drive I was ...	Jody Gladding	Living,Social Commentaries,Popular Culture
14	The Death of Atahuallpa		William Jay Smith	null
15	Poet's Wish		William Jay Smith	null
0	0	Philosophic in its complex, ovoid emptiness, a skillful pundit coined it as a sort of stopgap doorstop for those quaint equations Romans never dreamt of. In form completely clever and discrete—a mirror come unsilvered, loose watch face without the works, ...	Hailey Leithauser	Arts & Sciences,Philosophy
1	!	Dear Writers, I’m compiling the first in what I hope is a series of publications I’m calling artists among artists. The theme for issue 1 is “Faggot Dinosaur.” I hope to hear from you! Thank you and best wishes.	Wendy Videlock	Relationships,Gay, Lesbian, Queer,Arts & Sciences,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries,Gender & Sexuality

28

Diorama

The Blue Hole Summer Fair, set up and spread out like a butterfly pinned down on paper. Twin bright-lit wings, identically shaped (and fenced) and sized. This side holds the waffled-tin (and oven-hot) huts of the Home Arts Booths and Contests, the hay-sweet display-cages for the 4-H livestock, the streamer-h...

Atsuro Riley

Activities,School & Learning,Social Commentaries,Race & Ethnicity

29

Heat Wave

Sheets entangle him Naked on his bed Like a toppled mast Slack sails bedeck At sea, no ballast For that even keel He cannot keep— No steering wheel As he falls asleep

Samuel Menashe

The Body,Nature

30

The Stars Are

The stars are Although I do not sing About them— The sky and the trees Are indifferent To whom they please The rose is unmoved By my nose And the garland in your hair Although your eyes be lakes, dies Why sigh for a star Better bay at the moon Better bay at the moon . . . Oh moon, moon, moo...

Samuel Menashe

Nature,Stars, Planets, Heavens,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire

31

Incubus

The chain uncouples, and his jacket hangs on the peg over hers, and he's inside. She stalls in the kitchen, putting the kettle on, buys herself a minute looking for two matching cups for the lime-flower tea, not really lime but linden, heart-shaped leaves and sticky flowers that smell of antifreeze. She ...

Craig Arnold

Living,Disappointment & Failure,Life Choices,Marriage & Companionship,Love,Activities,Indoor Activities,Relationships,Men & Women,Social Commentaries

32

Aperture

Open the window and you want to fly out, though you never actually do— I think I see you, still there on the ledge, where I've left you. How pulled-awake and flung can one life be? Again I thought, It will end. Again I promised and clung. I learned there that to cling was in my nature. I think I ...

Jennifer Tonge

Love,Break-ups & Vexed Love,Realistic & Complicated,Relationships,Nature,Trees & Flowers

33

On Munsungun

My father in the aluminum stern, cursing another fouled blood-knot: all the shits and fucks as integral to the art of fishing as the bait-fish, little silver smelts I sewed like a manual transmission, the same inbred order and precision needling the leader through the ass, out the mouth, through the jaw,...

Ethan Stebbins

Living,Disappointment & Failure,Activities,Sports & Outdoor Activities,Relationships,Family & Ancestors,Nature,Animals,Seas, Rivers, & Streams

34

You Can't Buy Shoes in a Painting

You can't even buy a soda. You can only see these things, see a mother steer her son to the car, his head cocked licking his ice cream. Earlier, driving, trying to keep between two cornfields, I couldn't see myself into a map, couldn't be anywhere in it, though I knew all the patient states between u...

Jill Osier

Nature,Landscapes & Pastorals,Arts & Sciences,Painting & Sculpture

35

Descent

My father drummed darkness Through the underbrush Until lightning struck I take after him Clouds crowd the sky Around me as I run Downhill on a high— I am my mother's son Born long ago In the storm's eye

Samuel Menashe

Relationships,Family & Ancestors

36

Captain, Captive

Of your fate Fast asleep On the bed you made Dream away Wake up late

Samuel Menashe

null

37

Apotheosis

Taut with longing You must become The god you sought— The only one

Samuel Menashe

Religion

38

Humidifier

—After Robert Pinsky Defier of closed space, such as the head, opener Of the sealed passageways, so that Sunlight entering the nose can once again Exit the ear, vaporizer, mist machine, whose Soft hiss sounds like another human being But less erratic, more stable, or, if not like a human bei...

Louise Glück

null

39

The Modern Pastoral Elegy

A Tick-Where-Appropriate Template It begins with unspecified “you” and “we” raising fists of defiance to the void, the morning we opened the obituary, a pun on “decompose” you’d have enjoyed. These crocodile tears shed in rhyme, in an age too commercial to care, recall how we met the first...

Conor O'Callaghan

Living,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries

40

Chicken Pig

It’s like being lost in the forest, hungry, with a plump live chicken in your cradling arms: you want to savage the bird, but you also want the eggs. You go weak on your legs. What’s worse, what you need most is the companionship, but you’re too hungry to know that. That is something you only know after yo...

Jennifer Michael Hecht

Relationships,Pets,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire

41

On the Metro

On the metro, I have to ask a young woman to move the packages beside her to make room for me; she’s reading, her foot propped on the seat in front of her, and barely looks up as she pulls them to her. I sit, take out my own book—Cioran, The Temptation to Exist—and notice her glancing up from hers to take i...

C. K. Williams

Living,Growing Old,Love,Desire,Realistic & Complicated,Unrequited Love,Relationships,Men & Women,Arts & Sciences,Reading & Books,Social Commentaries,Gender & Sexuality

0

Conches on Christmas

Diluvian, draggled and derelict posse, this barnacled pod so pales next to everything we hear of red tides and pilot whales that a word like “drama” makes me sound remiss except that there was a kind of littoral drama in the way the shells silently, sans the heraldry of bells, neatly, sans an astrological aff...

Mike Chasar

Nature,Animals,Seas, Rivers, & Streams,Winter,Religion,Christianity

1

Address: The Archaeans, One Cell Creatures

Although most are totally naked and too scant for even the slightest color and although they have no voice that I’ve ever heard for cry or song, they are, nevertheless, more than mirage, more than hallucination, more than falsehood. They have confronted sulfuric boiling black sea bottoms and stayed,...

Pattiann Rogers

Arts & Sciences,Sciences

2

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out...

T. S. Eliot

Living,Disappointment & Failure,Growing Old,Time & Brevity,Love,Classic Love,Desire,Heartache & Loss,Realistic & Complicated,Unrequited Love,Relationships,Men & Women,Religion,Faith & Doubt,Arts & Sciences,Reading & Books,Social Commentaries,Cities & Urban Life

3

The Miscarriage

Some species can crack pavement with their shoots to get their share of sun some species lay a purple froth of eggs and leave it there to sprinkle tidepools with tadpole confetti some species though you stomp them in the carpet have already stashed away the families that will inherit every floor at midnight ...

Amit Majmudar

Living,Parenthood,Sorrow & Grieving,Relationships,Men & Women

4

Novelette

With her one horrid eye persistently unfastened, a vigilant bird watched my grandfather during the Great Depression use each evening of one whole year to wander his corn fields knowing this world is just one pig after another in one pen after another. Therefore, the bird heard him suppose, shouldn’t he with his...

Adrian Blevins

Living,Disappointment & Failure,Relationships,Family & Ancestors,Home Life,Nature,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire

5

Human Hunger

I Comstock stands in the densely odorous kitchen sniffing Mrs. Yapp’s squab pies. His hunger makes him wide awake and he can imagine Mrs. Yapp twenty years ago when she was a bouncing Evelina and I delight to see them there, Comstock and Mrs. Yapp, in the creaking steaming kitchen of darkly scarred wood beside...

Mark Halliday

null

6

Sparrow Trapped in the Airport

Never the bark and abalone mask cracked by storms of a mastering god, never the gods’ favored glamour, never the pelagic messenger bearing orchards in its beak, never allegory, not wisdom or valor or cunning, much less hunger demanding vigilance, industry, invention, or the instinct to claim some small...

Averill Curdy

Activities,Travels & Journeys,Nature,Animals,Mythology & Folklore

7

Salvation

Finally, I gave up on obeisance, and refused to welcome either retribution or the tease of sunny days. As for the can’t-be- seen, the sum-of-all-details, the One—oh, when it came to salvation I was only sure I needed to be spared someone else’s version of it. The small prayers I devised had in th...

Stephen Dunn

Living,Religion,Faith & Doubt

8

Canada Anemone

I count nineteen white blossoms which would not be visible except for their wiry stems that catapult them above the grass like the last white pop of fireworks, a toothed blast of leaf below. It’s the Fourth of July on the bank of Hinkson Creek fifty years ago, the powder- bitterness, the red ...

Fleda Brown

Nature,Landscapes & Pastorals,Trees & Flowers,Independence Day

9

To You

Beginning on a line by Silvio Rodríguez How will it taste—the beer the gravedigger will drink after bestowing your dirt coat? What will he say—you keeled the outrigger too south, & when the breakers rolled, no boats heard your Mayday? & will he ask his friends at the bar—if someone calls a M...

Kevin A. González

Living,Death,Sorrow & Grieving,Nature,Seas, Rivers, & Streams

10

The Guru

Here comes the wise man in the story of sick times, telling you how to find the passage of satisfaction. He is many million years old and has been walking many thousand miles, more miles, more lengths of road than the shrunk-up earth of these days possesses, to find you. He has a veda from before creation to s...

A. F. Moritz

Religion,Arts & Sciences,Humor & Satire,Social Commentaries

11

Poem of Disconnected Parts

At Robben Island the political prisoners studied. They coined the motto Each one Teach one. In Argentina the torturers demanded the prisoners Address them always as “Profesor.” Many of my friends are moved by guilt, but I Am a creature of shame, I am ashamed to say. Culture the lock, culture ...

Robert Pinsky

Religion,Other Religions,The Spiritual,Arts & Sciences,Philosophy,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries,Crime & Punishment,History & Politics,War & Conflict

12

Stomackes

We know far more about the philosophical underpinnings of Puritanism than we do about what its practitioners consumed at countless meals. —James Deetz 1 Yes. So we must reconnect ideas of God, and the definitions of “liberty,” and the psychology of our earliest models of governance, with o...

Albert Goldbarth

Activities,Eating & Drinking,Religion,Christianity,Other Religions,The Spiritual,Arts & Sciences,Reading & Books,Social Commentaries,History & Politics,Mythology & Folklore,Thanksgiving

0

Poem on His Birthday [Facs. drafts]

Dylan Thomas

null

1

Country Songs

Ben Belitt

null

2

1 January 1965

The Wise Men will unlearn your name. Above your head no star will flame. One weary sound will be the same— the hoarse roar of the gale. The shadows fall from your tired eyes as your lone bedside candle dies, for here the calendar breeds nights till stores of candles fail. What prompts this melancholy...

Joseph Brodsky

Living,Death,Growing Old,Time & Brevity,Nature,Winter,New Year

3

1-800-FEAR

We'd like to talk with you about fear they said so many people live in fear these days they drove up all four of them in a small car nice boy they said beautiful dogs they said so friendly the man ahead of the woman the other two waiting in the drive I was ...

Jody Gladding

Living,Social Commentaries,Popular Culture

0

The Bean Eaters

They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair. Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good. Two who have lived their day, But keep on putting on their clothes And putting things away. And remembering ... Remembering, with twin...

Gwendolyn Brooks

Living,Growing Old,Marriage & Companionship,Relationships,Home Life

1

The Spider

I The spider expects the cold of winter. When the shadows fall in long Autumn He congeals in a nest of paper, prepares The least and minimal existence, Obedient to nature. No other course Is his; no other availed him when In high summer he spun and furled The gaudy catches. I am that spider, Caugh...

Richard Eberhart

Nature,Animals,Seas, Rivers, & Streams,Summer,Winter,Religion,Arts & Sciences,Philosophy,Poetry & Poets

0

The Distances

The accumulation of reefs piling up one over the others like thoughts of the sky increasing as the head rises unto horizons of wet December days perforated with idle motions of gulls . . . and our feelings. I’ve been wondering about what you mean, standing in the spray of shadows before an ocean ab...

Jim Carroll

null

0

Philosophic in its complex, ovoid emptiness, a skillful pundit coined it as a sort of stopgap doorstop for those quaint equations Romans never dreamt of. In form completely clever and discrete—a mirror come unsilvered, loose watch face without the works, ...

Hailey Leithauser

Arts & Sciences,Philosophy

1

!

Dear Writers, I’m compiling the first in what I hope is a series of publications I’m calling artists among artists. The theme for issue 1 is “Faggot Dinosaur.” I hope to hear from you! Thank you and best wishes.

Wendy Videlock

Relationships,Gay, Lesbian, Queer,Arts & Sciences,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries,Gender & Sexuality

0

Tinder and Flint

Lew R. Sarett

null

1

Hospital Poems

Merrill Moore

null

2

Color of Dreams

Witter Bynner

null

3

By Way of Contrast

Babette Deutsch

null

4

("Your life, so rarefied...")

George H. Dillon

null

5

("I think you are closer to me...")

George H. Dillon

null

6

("Yours is the Attic and ambiguous...")

George H. Dillon

null

7

Questions and Answers

John Wheelwright

null

8

This Fountainhead

Ben Belitt

null

9

A Labyrinth of Being

R. P. Blackmur

null

10

Reflections

Norman Macleod

null

11

So Ordered

Merrill Moore

null

12

1 January 1965

The Wise Men will unlearn your name. Above your head no star will flame. One weary sound will be the same— the hoarse roar of the gale. The shadows fall from your tired eyes as your lone bedside candle dies, for here the calendar breeds nights till stores of candles fail. What prompts this melancholy...

Joseph Brodsky

Living,Death,Growing Old,Time & Brevity,Nature,Winter,New Year

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1-800-FEAR

We'd like to talk with you about fear they said so many people live in fear these days they drove up all four of them in a small car nice boy they said beautiful dogs they said so friendly the man ahead of the woman the other two waiting in the drive I was ...

Jody Gladding

Living,Social Commentaries,Popular Culture

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The Death of Atahuallpa

William Jay Smith

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15

Poet's Wish

William Jay Smith

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Philosophic in its complex, ovoid emptiness, a skillful pundit coined it as a sort of stopgap doorstop for those quaint equations Romans never dreamt of. In form completely clever and discrete—a mirror come unsilvered, loose watch face without the works, ...

Hailey Leithauser

Arts & Sciences,Philosophy

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Dear Writers, I’m compiling the first in what I hope is a series of publications I’m calling artists among artists. The theme for issue 1 is “Faggot Dinosaur.” I hope to hear from you! Thank you and best wishes.

Wendy Videlock

Relationships,Gay, Lesbian, Queer,Arts & Sciences,Poetry & Poets,Social Commentaries,Gender & Sexuality