From the Dark Tower
Countee CullenWe shall not always plant while others reap ( Read more... )

Letter
Robert HaydenIt was as though you struggled against ( Read more... )

Harvest Song
Jean ToomerI am a reaper whose muscles set at sun-down. All my oats are cradled ( Read more... )

The Web
Robert HaydenMy hand by chance ( Read more... )

She looked at me and her eyelids burned
Solomon ibn Gabirol, trans. William M. DavisShe looked at me and her eyelids burned ( Read more... )

A little bit late today -- I got distracted with syllabus prep.

I'm neither the loosening of song
Ghalib, trans. Adrienne RichI'm neither the loosening of song nor the close-drawn tent of music ( Read more... )

Lines Composed on the Body Politic: An Accounting
Rita Dove

Elizabeth, the Lodge at Woodstock, 1554Less than the charting of each dawn's resolutions ( Read more... )

Drinking Alone with the Moon
Li Bo, trans. Vikram SethA pot of wine among the flowers ( Read more... )

My favorite part of the livejournaling year: NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. If you don't want poetry posts on your flist, you can go to "Manage Friends" and block the tag "national poetry month 2013."

To the One Who Is Reading Me
Jorge Luis Borges, trans. Tony BarnstoneYou are invulnerable. Didn't they deliver ( Read more... )

The Prisoners
Robert HaydenSteel doors -- guillotine gates ( Read more... )