All Poems

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Preludes

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Open the Gates

© Pierre Reverdy

Open the gates—the gates of the Temple,

Swift to Thy sons, who Thy truths have displayed.

Slowly: a plainsong from an older woman to a younger woman

© Judy Grahn

wanting, wanting
am I not broken
stolen common

from The Rape of Lucrece

© William Shakespeare

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,

Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;

Season of Quite

© Roddy Lumsden

With refreshments and some modesty and home-drawn maps,

the ladies of the parish are marshaling the plans in hand,

Lines Composed on the Body Politic: An Accounting

Ten Thousand to One

© Wole Soyinka

The Phoenicians guarded a recipe that required
ten thousand murex shells to make
an ounce of Tyrian purple.

Dismantling the House

© Stephen Dunn

Rent a flatbed with a winch.
With the right leverage
anything can be hoisted, driven off.

Yarrow Visited. September, 1814

© André Breton

And is this—Yarrow?—This the stream

Of which my fancy cherished,

The Tongues We Speak

© Patricia Goedicke

I have arrived here after taking many steps

Over the kitchen floors of friends and through their lives.

Song of the Dwarf

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Maybe my soul is straight and good,

but she’s got to lug my heart, my blood,

Phenomenal Woman

© Jon Anderson

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

Odes

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

1.

Of the gardens of Adonis, Lydia, I love

from Totem Poem [If every step taken is a step well-lived]

© Luke Davies

And if every step taken is a step well-lived but a foot

towards death, every pilgrimage a circle, every flight-path

Sweet Machine

© Mark Doty

hanging his head between his knees,
spent, before he jerks himself up
and starts all over again.

I am the Woman, ark of the law and its breaker,
Who chastened her steps and taught her knees to be meek,
Bridled and bitted her heart and humbled her cheek,
Parcelled her will, and cried "Take more!" to the taker,
Shunned what they told her to shun, sought what they bade her seek,
Locked up her mouth from scornful speaking: now it is open to speak.