Poems of Today

Kay Ryan (2000) The satisfactions of agreement are immediate as sugar— a melting of the granular, a syrup that lingers, shared not singular....

W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and drea...

Dorothea Tanning (2008) Never mind the pins And needles I am on. Let all the other instruments Of torture have their way. While air-conditio...

Jane Kenyon (1947-1995) Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. They fel...

Jane Kenyon (1947-1995) We lie back to back. Curtains lift and fall, like the chest of someone sleeping. Wind moves the leaves of the box el...

Jane Kenyon (1947-1995) I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy sti...

Leigh Hunt (1784-1859) Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your...