Who includes diversity and is Nature,

Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also,

An American Poem

© Eileen Myles

I was born in Boston in

1949. I never wanted

Father Son and Holy Ghost

© Elizabeth Daryush

I have not ever seen my father’s grave.

Not that his judgment eyes

The Heretic In The Temple

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Lone did I go within the ancient place,

With hushèd voice, and slow and reverent tread;

Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Vicisti, Galilæe.

I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;

Good People

From the kindness of my parents
I suppose it was that I held
that belief about suffering

Well, the laughter of Yule was turned to tears
For them and for us. We saw the glare
Of torches that hurried from chamber to stair;
And we heard the castle re-echo her name,
But neither to them nor to us she came.
And that was the last of Clara of Clare.

My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop

My uncle slid into his booth.
I cannot tell you—how I love this place.
He drained the water glass, noisily clinking his ice.
My uncle hailed from an iceless region.
He had definite ideas about water drinking.
I cannot tell you—all the time. But then he’d try.

Time to Come

© Walt Whitman

O, Death! a black and pierceless pall
Hangs round thee, and the future state;
No eye may see, no mind may grasp
That mystery of fate.

Woak Wer Good Enough Woonce

Ees: now mahogany's the goo,

An' good wold English woak won't do.

© Marvin Bell

When the dead man throws up, he thinks he sees his inner life.
Seeing his vomit, he thinks he sees his inner life.
Now he can pick himself apart, weigh the ingredients, research