wild and wayward wilt like flowers in the frost or whip around inside my head like wind like flame they [...]
By W. S. Merwin Gray whale Now that we are sending you to The End That great god Tell him [...]
by T. S. Eliot We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. [...]
By Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends [...]
Maya C. Popa You are never mentioned on Ararat or elsewhere, but I know a woman’s hand in salvation when [...]
…words weep onto the page like tears too long restrained they stain the reader with the poet’s pain they burn [...]
Emily Dickinson (written in 1815) ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings [...]
by Archibald MacLeish A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the [...]
