Poems of Today

Jane Hirshfield (2011) In daylight, I turned on the lights, in darkness, I pulled closed the curtains. And the god of More , whom nothi...

Stephen Dunn (2011) If the imagined woman makes the real woman seem bare-boned, hardly existent, lacking in gracefullness and intellect and ...

Nick Laird (2011) You're beeswax and I'm bird shit. I'm mostly harmless. You're irrational. If I'm iniquity then you...

Brenda Shaughnessy (2010) I wish I had more sisters, enough to fight with and still have plenty more to confess to, embellishing the fight s...

Geoffrey Hill born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42 Undesirable you may have been, untouchable you were not. Not forgotten or passed over at the p...

Justin Quinn (2010) At twenty, you hold this street’s attention better than the Bolshoi could— the boots, the perfume, not to mention the bl...

Louise Glück Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was— for what I was: from the beginning o...