It unfolds and ripples like a banner, downward. All the stories
come folding out. The smells and flowers begin to come back, as
the tapestry is brightly colored and brocaded. Rabbits and violets.

from The Shepheardes Calender: October

The dapper ditties, that I wont devise,
To feede youthes fancie, and the flocking fry,
Delighten much: what I the bett for thy?
They han the pleasure, I a sclender prise.
I beate the bush, the byrds to them doe flye:
What good thereof to Cuddie can arise?

City Elegies

© Robert Pinsky

All day all over the city every person
Wanders a different city, sealed intact
And haunted as the abandoned subway stations
Under the city. Where is my alley doorway?

I Heart Your Dog’s Head

© Erin Belieu

I’m watching football, which is odd as

I hate football

BabLockHythe

© Robert Laurence Binyon

In the time of wild roses
As up Thames we travelled
Where 'mid water--weeds ravelled
The lily uncloses,

Carentan O Carentan

© Louis Simpson

Trees in the old days used to stand
And shape a shady lane
Where lovers wandered hand in hand
Who came from Carentan.

A Winter Dream

© Arthur Rimbaud

In winter well travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of blue.
Well be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
In each corner too.

Influence of Natural Objects in Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth

© André Breton

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!

Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!

Last Month

© John Ashbery

No changes of support—only

Patches of gray, here where sunlight fell.

The Journey

© James Wright

Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
We too were swept out, out by the wind,
Alone with the Tuscan grass.

Afraid Of His Dad

Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,

Is the saddest boy I ever see.

On the Lawn at the Villa

On the lawn at the villa—
That’s the way to start, eh, reader?
We know where we stand—somewhere expensive—
You and I imperturbes, as Walt would say,
Before the diversions of wealth, you and I engagés.