Poetry: Dream Song 14 by John Berryman
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn,
Poetry: Ramallah by Bei Dao
in Ramallah the ancients play chess in the starry sky the endgame flickers a bird locked in a clock
Poetry: Mountain By Clifton Gachagua
On the day I set out on the climb, grief saddled in my back like a bag of marbles, my breath like clouds hanging on the low peaks of a mountain.
Poetry: The Subalterns by Thomas Hardy
“Poor wanderer," said the leaden sky, “I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on high Which say it must not be.”
Poetry: The Motive for Metaphor by Wallace Stevens
You like it under the trees in autumn, Because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves