Poems of Today

Matthew Dickman (2008) When grief comes to you as a purple gorilla you must count yourself lucky. You must offer her what’s left of your din...

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little fl...

Kay Ryan This is not a problem for the neckless. Fish cannot recklessly swivel their heads to check on their fry; no one expects this. They ...

Derek Walcott The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved th...

Diane Ackerman (2006) A strange disorder rules the house where lately slender method scared papers into files neat as hedgerows and caution ...

Stephen Crane (1871-1900) I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed by this; I accosted the man. "It...

Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) All night I sat reading a book, Sat reading as if in a book Of sombre pages. It was autumn and falling stars Cov...