Poems of Today

Denise Levertov "The world is not something to look at, it is something to be in." —Mark Rudman I look and look. Looking's a ...

W.S. Merwin Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out...

Charles Simic And again the screech of the scaffold High up there where all our thoughts converge: Lightheaded, hung By a leather strap, Twe...

Lawrence Raab Watching the beautiful sticks of trees as they click and sway, the first green unraveling, it's easy to imagine I might re...

Linda Pastan Let us consider last words: Goethe's "More Light," for instance, or Gertrude Stein, sly to the end, asking "...

Robert Herrick (1660) Charm me asleep, and melt me so With thy delicious numbers, That, being ravish’d, hence I go Away in easy slumbers. Ea...

Gregory Orr It's late when I try to sleep, resting one hand on your hip, the other on my chest where the rise and fall of breath is fain...