Poetry 365

Visibility, Maura Stanton

I have no illusions. When I roll towards you at dawn, I can’t see you in the fog....

Oct 1st

At the Reading of a Poet's Will, Galway...

Item. A desk Smelling of ink and turpentine To anyone whose task It is to sweat rain for a...

Sep 30th

225, Osip Mandlestam

After midnight the heart picks the locked silence right out of your hands. Then it may remain...

Sep 29th

Demeter, Waiting, Rita Dove

No. Who can bear it. Only someone who hates herself, who believes to pull a hand back from a...

Sep 29th

Trope, Ed Ochester

In college Irony won a medal for the 100-yard dash. He still wears an athletic supporter but now...

Sep 27th

384, Osip Mandlestam

How I wish I could fly where no one could see me, behind the ray of light leaving no trace. But...

Sep 26th

The Bath, Joel Oppenheimer

he will insist on reading things into her simplest act. her bath, which she takes because he...

Sep 25th

Life Forms, Robin Becker

When a whale rolls ashore the villagers know a drowned person is coming home who may have started...

Sep 24th

announcement

So, as you probably know by now, I started this blog in November of last year. We’re actually...

Sep 23rd

The Lovers, Dorianne Laux

She is about to come. This time, they are sitting up, joined below the belly, feet cupped like...

Sep 23rd

For Her, Mark Strand

Let it be anywhere on any night you wish, in your room that is empty and dark or down the street...

Sep 22nd

A Divine Falling of Leaves, Pablo Neruda

Moon: royal crown of an enormous head, dropping leaves into yellow shadows as you go. Red crown of...

Sep 21st

Snowfall, Mark Strand

Watching snow cover the ground, cover itself, cover everything that is not you, you see it is the...

Sep 21st

For You, Ed Ochester

How sad to be a casual girl, how sad to be bounced in the rear of station wagons along the shores...

Sep 19th

Haikus, Eric Amann

A night train passes: pictures of the dead are trembling on the mantlepiece The names of the...

Sep 18th

Vanity Flare, Wendy Videlock

Don’t get me wrong: I know that knowledge is power, that mystery’s water, that hunger makes a...

Sep 17th

Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate...

Sep 17th

From The Long Sad Party, Mark Strand

Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one...

Sep 16th

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly...

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in...

Sep 14th

Haikus, Nick Avis

longing to be near her i remember my shirt hanging in her closet the telephone rings only...

Sep 13th

Nice Ass, Richard Brautigan

There is so much lost and so much gained      in these words.

Sep 12th

James Wright Walks into a Sumac Patch...

Just off the highway to Aliquippa, Pennsylvania, smog billows forth on the grass. And the eyes if...

Sep 11th

Haikus, Jack Kerouac

Nightfall—too dark to read the page, Too cold Useless! useless! —heavy rain driving...

Sep 10th

All Girls Should Have a Poem, Richard...

For Valerie All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this God-damn...

Sep 9th

Poems of Air, Mark Strand

The poems of air are slowly dying; too light for the page, too faint, too far away, the ones...

Sep 8th

15%, Richard Brautigan

She tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not      15%...

Sep 7th

To the Werewolf Committee, Ed Ochester

Who is the sad werewolf wandering around Central Park Lake? Why does he drool behind trees to...

Sep 6th

[Untitled], Nikki Giovanni

there is a hunger      often associated with pain      that you feel      when you look at...

Sep 5th

Qasida of the Woman Prone, Federico...

To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without...

Sep 5th

Romeo and Juliet, Richard Brautigan

If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their...

Sep 4th

Haikus, Jack Kerouac

Birds singing in the dark in the rainy dawn Wine at dawn —The long Rainy sleep ...

Sep 3rd

In the Library, Ed Ochester

the silent girl, the ugly one, waits out the spring above her books; her thoughts poise between...

Sep 2nd

Winter Poem, Nikki Giovanni

once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and...

Sep 1st

A Short Life, Ed Ochester

As a young scholar, he taught the sophomore lecture on Knowledge; tenured, he inherited the...

Sep 1st