Nudes-stark and glistening ( Read more... )

In the field the cows consider oblivion, mulling ( Read more... )

When I was a dog I pulled the sled with the other dogs and to the crest of my ability, for never was I a snob about it moreover never lazy, day into night through the cold pine forest we were bred to and for which I came to feel love as fast as others as a blur that slowed around us at our suppers, then watched us twitch in our heavy sleep ( Read more... )

There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend ( Read more... )

"Eldorado" by Edgar Allen PoeGaily bedlight ( Read more... )

I have read Margret Atwood's novel The Blind Assassin and enjoyed it immensely. To my surprise it has taken me another year and a half to realize she has written poetry as well. While it seems absurd to think that a writer is not capable of writing poetry, it does not often come to my mind. If I have been introduced to a person as a poet, I ( Read more... )

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
by Pablo NerudaI don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz ( Read more... )

Listened to this recently and fell in love with the poem; I went ahead and posted the link to Tom Hiddleston reading the poem, who I listened to read the poem to me. Will post some more poetry I have been reading eventually. Not sure when; I have just been reading a lot of poetry lately so enjoy what I have been reading in my free time. Finals are ( Read more... )

When I realized that I have not put one Kay Ryan poem on my journal I was determined to remedy that. Kay Ryan has become one of my favorite poets, encompassing the scope of the human mind and its emotions, often in only a few lines. Her poems are not complicated to understand, as if meant for the common man, as if to pull at the hand of the " ( Read more... )

Why were you born when the snow was falling ( Read more... )