Poems of Today

Archibald MacLeish (b. 1892) Quite unexpectedly as Vasserot The armless ambidextrian was lighting A match between his great and second toe A...

W.S. Merwin The cold slope is standing in darkness But the south of the trees is dry to the touch The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight...

Allen Ginsberg Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, and pour on the ...

Kenneth Rexroth Lying under the stars, In the summer night, Late, while the autumn Constellations climb the sky, As the Cluster of Hercules ...

Herman Hesse Translated by Robert Bly Sometimes, when a bird cries out, Or the wind sweeps through a tree, Or a dog howls in a far off farm,...

Elizabeth Spires I walked in the waist-high grass where a million blades sang in green cacophony. Too many voices sang. And in the din, I th...

Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smil...