Cold Blooded Creatures
By Elinor Wylie Man, the egregious egoist, (In mystery the twig is bent,) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he [...]
The Face of Hunger
By Oswald Mbuyiseni I counted ribs on his concertina chest Bones protruding as if chiseled By a sculptor’s hand of [...]
THE HERMIT
By Alan Paton I have barred the doors Of the place where I bide, I am old and afraid Of [...]
OZYMANDIAS
By Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of [...]
“The Motive for Metaphor”
By Wallace Stevens You like it under the trees in autumn, Because everything is half dead. The wind moves like [...]
Notes on the Art of Poetry
by Dylan Thomas I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on in the world between the covers of [...]
My Eighteen-Month-Old Daughter Talks to the Rain as the Amazon Burns
Dante Di Stefano Lark of my house, keep laughing. — Miguel Hernández this little lark says hi to the rain—she [...]
I, Too
By Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen [...]