Love in a Life/Life in a Love

Two poems by Robert Browning for his wife, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love in a Life I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her — Next time, herself! — not the trouble behind her ...

You used to care. Now you don’t give a whit

Two poems by Jane Blanchard

Condo This property is absolutely ideal Because of the incredible view. The design might be a bit dated, But the price is totally appropriate. The incredible view of the ocean Beyond the easily accessible beach ...

Double Portraits

He wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t say he would love her forever

Double Portrait All those times I said “forever” as in, “Will you love me forever?” then waited for you to say, “Yes, I will love you forever,” while you drained your glass and said instead, ...

Yes! A hamburger! A mustard grin! Ketchup smiles!

Three poems by Sarah Sala

ATTENDANCE: A CATALOGUE: my car broke down, my mother became someone I didn’t recognize, I had a relapse, my sister got beat up, I felt the tremendous anxiety of living, do you remember me, no ...

No doubt the rent includes electricity

Two sonnets by Larry Johnson

Death of Edward Lucas White author of Lukundoo Not while the stars shine on Lake Ponchartrain Will She forgive — he hears it in all dreams While feeling the howling heads root through his brain ...

Many a long and joyless year have I

Two poems by William Cowper

To the Nightingale, Which the Author Heard Sing on New Year’s Day Whence it is, that amazed I hear From yonder withered spray, This foremost morn of all the year, The melody of May? And ...

Don’t tell your father I never voted for Nixon

Three poems by Keith Ekiss

Hubert Humphrey — Richard Avedon, March 12th, 1976 Whether or not he won, Humphrey looks like the candidate who lost: no sensual lip, cheeks drawn, eyes slanted wary of hawks. Vietnam has ended. In a ...

Caesar was too old, it seems to me

Should have been more mature

Advent The time of the first advent was foretold; the time of the second is not so; because the first was to be obscure, and the second is to be brilliant, and so manifest that ...

A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy’s Day

A poem from John Donne, the premier member of the “metaphysical poets”

’Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s, Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays; The world’s whole sap ...

The train you are riding will only go forward

Two poems by Kai Carlson-Wee

Where the Feeling Deserts Us I wake somewhere on the outskirts of Portland. The crickets are singing. The train is refusing to breathe. Off in the distance a truck gears down on a service road ...

To do one thing well over and over

rattlesnakes for pop-guns, meat for rope

Eclogue Twenty-Two Months Rent in the neighborhood is dropping. Rent everywhere is dropping. Can you spare a little CHANGE, asks the sign where my bank, merging with the bank across the street, fails. I want ...

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