By Alexis De Veaux
I pray for us
as evening glides over
implore the gods
pray for us pray
for this breathing
planet the…
as evening glides over
implore the gods
pray for us pray
for this breathing
planet the…
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- By Hart CraneI
Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have … - By Phillip B. WilliamsA kiss. Train ride home from a late dinner,
City Hall and document signing. Wasn't cold
but we cuddled… - By Ching-In ChenBecause today our hands unravel a perfect orange
we each left our homes
drank ripening light before … - By Bill ZavatskyThat's what the first line says
of the song I've been playing all summer
at the keyboard—trying to get… - By Gregory PardloWe need a preacher who’ll say up in here instead of herein.
Our vows should reference calla lilies and… - By James Thomson (Bysshe Vanolis)The wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
… - By Ross GayFriends I am here to modestly report
seeing in an orchard
in my town
a goldfinch kissing
a sunflower… - By Emily DickinsonForever – is composed of Nows –
‘Tis not a different time –
Except for Infiniteness –
And Latitude of… - By Robert BurnsO my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s… - By Lawrence RaabYears later they find themselves talking
about chances, moments when their lives
might have swerved… - By John DonneFor God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five gray hairs,… - By Thomas McGrathBefore you, I was living on an island
And all around the seas of that lonely coast
Cast up their imitation… - By Philip LarkinThat Whitsun, I was late getting away:
Not till about
One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday
Did my three… - By Molly PeacockWhat if we got outside ourselves and there
really was an outside out there, not just
our insides turned… - By Gary SnyderSwung from the toes out,
Belly-breath riding on the knuckles,
The ten-pound maul lifts up,
Sails in… - By Pablo NerudaI don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: … - By E. E. Cummingslove is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent… - By William ShakespeareShall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake… - By William ShakespeareMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white…