Where the decades sped

Three poems from Beowulf translator Timothy Murphy

Where the decades sped

Feisty like Anne of Green Gables

September, I Feel (Verse Libre), In the Days of the Goldenrod

Feisty like Anne of Green Gables

Three poems

Three poems

Two poems

All Lovely Things and Music I Heard

All Lovely Things All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that’s now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by. Fine ladies soon are ...

Two poems

Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.

Sonnet Reversed Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon! Soon they returned, and, after strange adventures, Settled at Balham by ...

Three poems

A single fruit had clung to leafless limbs

Persimmon A single fruit had clung to leafless limbs The entire month of ice and freezing rain. It split in places round, as though seed comes Out of season anyway and could retain Some power ...

A poem for August

The voluntary obstinacy of flight

August This was its promise, held to faithfully: The early morning sun came in this way Until the angle of its saffron beam Between the curtains and the sofa lay, And with its ochre heat ...

Three baseball poems

The official machine streaming Safe! or Out!

Readying the Field His tractor tugs dirt in a circle, combs through clods as solid as baseballs, then hoes the whole again, signaling the mound a bull’s eye. Only then does he tip his stare ...

A poem by Ben Doller

Turbocharged Direct Injection

Turbocharged Direct Injection times poetry seems insufficient, say in the morning, swaddled in poly, contorting to prove your recollections exist in alphabetical order, or distinguishing you, you are free and capable of feeling total betrayal, ...

Three sonnets by Edward Dowden

"In July," "In the Cathedral" and "Leonardo’s 'Mona Lisa'”

In July Why do I make no poems? Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods, In whose green depths and lawny solitudes The light is dreaming; voicings clear ascend Now from ...

A poem for July

July I and July II

July I Blue July, bright July, Month of storms and gorgeous blue; Violet lightnings o’er thy sky, Heavy falls of drenching dew; Summer crown! o’er glen and glade Shrinking hyacinths in their shade; I welcome ...

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