Poems by Edward Hirsch
Edward Hirsch
... in the wrong direction, trying to catch sightof a high, gliding dribble and a man ...
In Memoriam Paul Celan
... like eyebrights, like medieval trumpet flowers ...
Simone Weil: The Year of Factory Work (1934-1935)
... t think Now that she has brushed against the bruised ...
Early Sunday Morning
... s motorcycle roaring onto the highway at sunrise ...
I Was Never Able To Pray
... Let me hear the wind paging through the trees ...
Fast Break
... t drop, and for once our gangly starting center ...
Branch Library
... He spent the Sabbath flying between the wobbly stacks ...
Late March
... The passengers clustered at the rails on deck ...
Poor Angels
... through the city streets, speechless and invisible, ...
