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Fast Break

© Edward Hirsch

In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984
A hook shot kisses the rim and
hangs there, helplessly, but doesn’t drop,

Mutation

© William Cullen Bryant

They talk of short-lived pleasure–be it so–

Pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain

A German Legend

© Frances Anne Kemble

Round thy steep castle walls,

Who seeks thy love must ride,

Poem with One Fact

© Donald Hall

"At pet stores in Detroit, you can buy
frozen rats
for seventy-five cents apiece, to feed
your pet boa constrictor"
back home in Grosse Pointe,
or in Grosse Pointe Park,

By The Waters Of Babylon

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone;

The curse is come upon me, and I waste

Kora in Hell: Improvisations II

Sonnet To Mrs. Siddons

© Helen Maria Williams

Siddons! the Muse, for many a joy refin'd,

Feelings which ever seem too swiftly fled-

Galatea

© Henry Kendall

A SILVER slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses,

And fiery cones, and sultry spurs, and swarthy pits and passes!

Nabokov’s Blues

© William Matthews

The wallful of quoted passages from his work,
with the requisite specimens pinned next
to their literary cameo appearances, was too good

Drought And Doctrine.

© James Brunton Stephens

COME, take the tenner, doctor . . . yes, I know the bill says "five,"

But it ain't as if you'd merely kep' our little 'un alive;

Sonnet L: Beauty, Sweet Love

© Samuel Daniel

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew

Whose short refresh upon the tender green

La Sombre Del Ala

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Tú que piensas que no creo
cuando argüimos los dos,
no imaginas mi deseo,
mi sed, mi hambre de Dios;

Christ God who savest man, save most
Of men Count Gismond who saved me!
Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,
Chose time and place and company
To suit it; when he struck at length
My honour, 't was with all his strength.

Italy : 27. The Pilgrim

It was an hour of universal joy.
The lark was up and at the gate of heaven,
Singing, as sure to enter when he came;
The butterfly was basking in my path,

Speed the Parting—

© Elinor Wylie

I shall not sprinkle with dust

A creature so clearly lunar;

Remembering

© P. K. Page

Remembering you and reviewing
our structural love
the past re-arises alive
from its smothering dust.

An Inscription in the Crimea

Shepherd, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner,
Whate'er thou art, who wouldst allay thy thirst,
Drink and be glad. This cistern of white stone,
Arch'd, and o'erwrought with many a sacred verse,

I Went into the Maverick Bar

© Gary Snyder

I went into the Maverick Bar
In Farmington, New Mexico.
And drank double shots of bourbon
backed with beer.
My long hair was tucked up under a cap
I’d left the earring in the car.