Untitled Savants like to arrange their stars and push their poets into piles: marble-misers who assign the jars according to...

There’s a wonder about it, the fragile beauty of lace. Many kinds for centuries have been important to own; one...

There are a number of reasons for writing poetry, and alas they are not all good; for not all poetry...

The Commissars Oppose Falun Gong They were old, had lost their youth, So, like the old, repressed the Truth. They...

In Rembrandt's scene of 1653, Aristotle Contemplating a Bust of Homer, there is much that we can see amidst that...

The Bored Knight A tired knight rode to his castle After a long day of hassle. He bowed to the...

The allegory of The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne isn't flawless; yet it is, in places, good. The A itself...

  Spring Haiku I’m optimistic; like a brand new tennis ball, everything’s chartreuse. The brook trout’s belly is like a...

  She could not see the avalanche cascade from foam-flecked marble rapids, being blind, but torrents of egrets and apple...

I. The Tin Shant on the hill in Martinique is stoutly situated, unique in design, and built half a century...

  A miracle, how else to say it then? At first, but ground, absolutely nothing there, A river meandering by,...

  The Glass Bottle Tree When the wind blows through, the tree shakes. The glass bottles tip their sunlight Over...

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When the last candles smoldered on the funeral eve, And no echo of condolence rippled midnight silence, I rose in...

. . Fathers and Grandfathers When we see our Brethren bold, Reach the age called Growing old, Men grow thoughtful,...

I walked around the garden, and did think. If I had my own how would I create? With enclosed space...

True to Nature Men take up arms to battle in the sun, anticipating minor victories won o'er valiant, steadfast foes...

The aspens are turning, my neighbor said. I went to see. Mostly gold, some red, They stood and whirled, their...

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Poems from the Hungarian Poetry Reading 9/19/2013   Twenty Years Later By János Vajda (1827–1897) / Translation by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth...

I left my gloves at the analyst's He called to say he'd found them Black, he said, lined with cotton...

“Hello, again!” the sun does say when rising on a morn in May. “Thanks for the break,” replies the moon....

That distant bellow is merely a case Of west wind rushing through the tamarack In a race with itself to...

Imagine that you were lost in a wilderness and had to find your way out. Fortunately, you have with you...

Some People Say Some people say that giraffes were petite and they grew their necks out to properly eat, or...

Seasong I heard the wreathéd coral horn That Triton blew, and less forlorn Did suddenly I feel: I heard the...

On the painting "Le berges d'Arcadie" by Nicolas Poussin The rugged mountains in the distance stand beyond, above the three,...

At the Moment of Our Death At the moment of our death As we draw our final breath Should we...

  Held on May 26, 2014, at Da Tang, in New York, participants read Tang Dynasty poetry, translated poetry previously...

Blue and Yellow Barn-Swallows She made a note to note when they arrived. It’s obvious whenev’r they fin’lly do. Over...

  Our ends and deaths sit with us all the time defining executioners and crime; and though we try to...

Coastal Shingle There, totem-stacked in paratactic charm, The words cascade: Hay.Shavings.Piglets.Straw. I had not sought a sign from Salt Marsh...

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The cost of insurance was such Its price I could sadly not touch -- So I gave all of that...

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The Battleground The slashing blades strike fierce and deep The newly stricken fall down in heaps. In vain: the foe...

  Cynthia Moon Go drag your white skull before blind seas That tumble dazed to your mono-eyed magic Go string...

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