Poems of Today

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That I by now have wal...

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) (Translated, from the Spanish, by Suzanne Jill Levine.) In a deserted place in Iran there is a not very tall ...

Rodney Jones Nearly sunset, and time on the water of 1984. Language its tracer. No image like the image of language. I had waded out about ...

Stephen Dunn (2009) It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything hard, so I brought Johnnie Walker Red along with some resentment I’d held i...

Jennifer Michael Hecht (2009) It’s O.K. to keep hearing your worries, so long as you stop talking to them. Shun them like a double-crossed Q...

Carol Ann Duffy (2003) She woke up old at last, alone, bones in a bed, not a tooth in her head, half dead, shuffled and limped downstairs in...

C. D. Wright The hand without the glove screws down the lid on the jar of caterpillars, but the apple trees are already infested. The sun mo...