Green Bee Green Bee
It was curled on the pavement, forehead to knees, as if it had died while bowing. Its stripes were citrine-yellow, and the black of a moonless starless, clea...
Nov 2, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Sharon Olds
Seducing the Sparrow (poem) Seducing the Sparrow (poem)
Why must the noble rose bristle before it blooms, and why must the frost declare allegiance to the dew? Don't tell me the robin's forlorn invit...
Nov 2, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Sam Hamill
My Crow, Your Crow My Crow, Your Crow
Crow light: I call it that at dawn when one wing, then this other, bursts in flame, catching the sun's rising. The stupid bird, dipping his hunk of bread into the water, does...
Oct 26, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Peter Cooley
Orient Expressed: Imagism Orient Expressed: Imagism
However varied their styles, poets writing in English today still rely on the early-twentieth-century Imagist principles of clarity, directness, presentative imagery and rhythm b...
Oct 12, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Grace Schulman
House Finches House Finches
To watch the pair of house finches that frequent the neighbor's feeder, I leave the charcoal blinds pulled up. The berry-splashed chest of the male-- each morning--make...
Oct 5, 2000 / Books & the Arts / John Poch
Rereading Old Writing Rereading Old Writing
Looking back, the language scribbles. What's hidden, having been said? Almost everything? Thrilling to think There was a secret there somewhere, A bird singing in the heart'...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
Nocturnal Nocturnal
It is always among sleepers we walk. We walk in their dreams. None of us Knows what he is as he walks In the dream of another. Tell me my name . Your tongue is blurred, ho...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
from ‘That Evening at Dinner’ from ‘That Evening at Dinner’
By the last few times we saw her it was clear That things were different. When you tried to help her Get out of the car or get from the car to the door Or across the apartme...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
Horace: Ode I.11 Horace: Ode I.11
Don't be too eager to ask What the gods have in mind for us, What will become of you, What will become ...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry
The Chair The Chair
The chair left out in the garden night all winter Sits waiting for the summer day all night. The insides of the metal arms are frozen. Over the house the night sky wheel...
Sep 28, 2000 / Books & the Arts / David Ferry