This poet loves all beauteous things

Three poems by Robert Seymour Bridges

The North Wind in October In the golden glade the chestnuts are fallen all; From the sered boughs of the oak the acorns fall: The beech scatters her ruddy fire; The lime hath stripped to ...

Like the Last English Guy in India

Plus two other poems from Marnie Bullock Dresser

All Fall Down Samaras twist and twirl their way to the ground. The shower of green just will not stop. It’s like A toddler spinning, spinning. All fall down. Spring’s run hot, then cold, this ...

Díos Mio, I’m bleeding. Got to move, out of sight.

Three poems by Nancy Foley

Rainbow de Amor Someone’s amigo Someone’s son Someone’s novio Out having fun Someone’s hermano Someone’s wife Someone’s primo Enjoying life Dancing and singing Fill the room Until terror strikes With a thunderous boom Díos Mio ...

Ella Wheeler Wilcox on smoking, love, and autumn

She promised to become my wife, but whispered "Papa is my jailer"

Smoke Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me — She had a Spanish cast of feature. She often smoked a cigarette, And did it ...

Three poems about the end of summer

By Emily Dickinson

September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets — Crows — and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming — An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher. ...

With apologies to Emily Dickinson

Three poems by Barbara Lydecker Crane

“Soap” is the thing that lathers — with apologies to Emily Dickinson “Soap” is the thing that lathers — The Dial I exalt — A bobbing bird of Ivory — That never sinks — at ...

I do not know that “all things will be well”

Three poems by Mary-Patrice Woehling

The Abandoned Garden The grass has grown so long it’s gone to seed. Azaleas blossom in the untamed hedge. The side lawn is a wilderness of weeds, And ivy tumbles in the flower beds. They ...

Like learn to be alone, expect suffering

Two poems by Katie Darby Mullins

Genesis 30:6, Rachel Gets Her Wish A man, a woman, another woman, and then the child who belongs to all three of them, come screaming and beautiful into the world… — John Darnielle The night ...

Yes: now the boiling ball is gone

Three poems by Thomas Hardy

An August Midnight I A shaded lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: On this scene enter — winged, horned, and spined — A longlegs, a moth, ...

The pines stretch in a vertical declaration: “Light will come”

Two poems by Amy Imbody

Cicada Cycle I. The Dream Seventeen years you sleep: unseen, burrowed, buried, deep in a dream of your becoming. Never hurried, exactly on time, resurrected out of your tomb you climb. II. Cicada Fire-eyed cicada: ...

The great sigh of our still blue marble

Two poems by Michael S. Glaser

Climate Change It is the great sigh of our still blue marble: Each new storm a gasp for air, a crying out from the rivers of truth that are poisoning our political seas. Who makes ...

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