By D. H. Lawrence
The Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash…
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash…
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- By Lorna Dee CervantesWe were so poor.
The air was a quiver
of thoughts we drew from
to poise, unsaid
in the ineffable
world… - By Ya ShiThe cardiac bang bang of literary fame and the bruising after,
you bang bang bang, I bruise for no reason… - By Ray DiPalmaOnce a flâneur— though no longer nimble or lively
but still eager—always a flâneur—
On the rue de la… - By Caroline BirdThe 18th century bawd who sells her daughter’s virginity
to an Earl. The tired CIA operative who says… - By Franny ChoiBefore the apocalypse, there was the apocalypse of boats:
boats of prisoners, boats cracking under sky… - By Claire SchwartzYou learn to recognize beauty by its frame.
In the gilded hall, in the gilded frame, her milky neck
… - By Kathleen OssipTo have arrived here, weighed down with fistfuls
of calendar entries, unsuitably
boggle-eyed as if new… - By Sandra SimondsYou pick me up late
a viscous outflow
from the volcanic ledge
of my thinking.
Me in my duplex-hunger… - By Christine Kanownikevery night
an ancient priest
gives me advice
and in the morning
I’m all alone
with nothing
a universe… - By Richie Hofmannthe city not yet shielded in ice the harbor not yet
frozen enough to walk across trees without leaves… - By Rae ArmantroutOk, we’ve rendered
the rendition
how often?
What were we trying
to get rid of?
We exposed the homeless… - By Carolyn GuinzioNeighbor, your mower
cast dust over the edge
where the field meets
the field, toy-sized ring-
necked… - By Bruce BeasleyHave psalter and breviary. Have hymnbook. Have laid
fingers on rosary strings, plucked
like lyres their… - By Jill MagiStress is very important to me.
With stress, I do the best possible job.
From a personal perspective… - By Wendy XuSuch were they, a dumb stuffed thing
to say, if truth is we all grow old un-
observed, limbs flail … - By Joseph MasseyDawn marks the wall
a thin flange of
off-blue
An imagined
silence
Always an imagined
silence
The… - By Javier ZamoraWe knew something was wrong when next to the TV, a large tomatillo plant was growing out the carpet.…
- By Tim UppertonPeople like to mock my town, they mock it
for being too provincial and too boring
and it’s true, not… - By Bill ManhireEnd of the day. A bar where you ought to leave a tip.
The green bird was saying pretty pretty pretty…