Poems of Today

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in...

Jane Hirschfield (2001) "If you wish to move your reader," Chekhov said, "you must write more coldly." Herakleitos recom...

Dean Young (2001) I love you he said but saying it took twenty years so it was like listening to mountains grow. I love you she says fifty t...

Rachel Zucker (2001) In your version of heaven I am blond, thinner, but not so witty. In the movie version of your version of heaven you fig...

Lawrence Raab (2003) You're walking down the road which someone has drawn to illustrate the idea of perspective, and you are there to pr...

Louis MacNeice (1963) Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night And the w...

Dorothy Parker (1931) Lady, lady, never start Conversation toward your heart; Keep your pretty words serene; Never murmur what you mean. Sho...