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April 30, 2009: from The Waste Land,...
from The Waste Land T.S. Eliot I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding ...
May 1st
April 29, 2009: There Are Many Theories...
There Are Many Theories About What Happened John Gallagher The bright yellow newspaper stand is...
Apr 29th
April 28, 2009: from Tag, Anne Carson
from Tag Anne Carson THIS Insatiable April, trees in place, in their scraped-out place, their...
Apr 28th
April 27, 2009: To This May, W.S. Merwin
To This May W.S. Merwin They know so much more now about the heart we are told but the world still...
Apr 27th
April 26, 2009: In Me as the Swans,...
In Me as the Swans Leslie Williams Not embittered even while freezing to the ice of their own lakes....
Apr 26th
April 25, 2009: We become new, Marge...
We become new Marge Piercy How it feels to be touching you: an Io moth, orange and yellow as...
Apr 25th
April 24, 2009: Goodnight, Li-Young Lee
Goodnight Li-Young Lee You’ve stopped whispering and are asleep. I go on listening to apples drop...
Apr 24th
April 23, 2009: A Step Away From Them,...
A Step Away From Them Frank O’Hara It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the...
Apr 23rd
April 22, 2009: Alone, Jack Gilbert
Alone Jack Gilbert I never thought Michiko would come back after she died. But if she did, I knew it...
Apr 22nd
April 21, 2009: A Primer, Bob Hicok
A Primer Bob Hicok I remember Michigan fondly as the place I go to be in Michigan. The right hand of...
Apr 21st
April 20, 2009: What We Kept, Megan...
What We Kept Megan Alpert We kept the war under our skins we kept it in our hamstrings in our...
Apr 20th
April 19, 2009: 23rd Street Runs Into...
23rd Street Runs Into Heaven Kenneth Patchen You stand near the window as lights wink On along the...
Apr 19th
April 18, 2009: It's This Way, Nazim...
It’s This Way Nazim Hikmet I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world...
Apr 18th
April 17, 2009: Nothing but winter in my...
Nothing but winter in my cup Alice George but then she comes climbing out the manhole wreathed...
Apr 17th
April 16, 2009: The Continuous Life,...
The Continuous Life Mark Strand What of the neighborhood homes awash In a silver light, of children...
Apr 16th
April 15, 2009: A Blessing, James Wright
A Blessing James Wright Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth...
Apr 15th
April 14, 2009: The Poem, Franz Wright
The Poem Franz Wright It was like getting a love letter from a tree Eyes closed forever to find...
Apr 14th
April 13, 2009: The Bear-Boy of...
The Bear-Boy of Lithuania Amy Gerstler Girls, take my advice, marry an animal. A wooly one is most...
Apr 13th
April 12, 2009: The Rider, Naomi Shihab...
The Rider Naomi Shihab Nye A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t...
Apr 12th
April 11, 2009: Death, The Last Visit,...
Death, The Last Visit Marie Howe Hearing a low growl in your throat, you’ll know that it’s started....
Apr 11th
April 10, 2009: Bike Ride with Older...
Bike Ride with Older Boys Laura Kasischke The one I didn’t go on. I was thirteen, and they...
Apr 10th
April 9, 2009: April in Maine, May...
April in Maine May Sarton The days are cold and brown, Brown fields, no sign of green, Brown twigs,...
Apr 9th
April 8, 2009: I Don’t Fear Death,...
I Don’t Fear Death Sandra Beasley But what I’m really picturing is Omaha: field after field of...
Apr 8th
April 7, 2009: Crossing Over, William...
Crossing Over William Meredith It was now early spring, and the river was swollen and turbulent;...
Apr 7th
April 6, 2009: Distressed Haiku, Donald...
Distressed Haiku Donald Hall In a week or ten days the snow and ice will melt from Cemetery Road....
Apr 6th
April 5, 2009: In the Nursing Home, Jane...
In the Nursing Home Jane Kenyon She is like a horse grazing a hill pasture that someone makes...
Apr 5th
April 4, 2009: What To Say To A Bear,...
What To Say To A Bear Ionna Warwick Do not run. Stand still and talk softly to the bear....
Apr 4th
April 3, 2009: I Come Home Wanting To...
I Come Home Wanting To Touch Everyone Stephen Dunn The dogs greet me, I descend into their world of...
Apr 3rd
April 2, 2009: Domestic, Carl Phillips
Domestic Carl Phillips If, when studying road atlases while taking, as you call it, your morning...
Apr 2nd
April 1, 2009: A Little Tooth, Thomas...
A Little Tooth Thomas Lux Your baby grows a tooth, then two, and four, and five, then she wants...
Apr 1st