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Not Waving But Drowning

STEVIE SMITH

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

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Question:

SUSAN MUSGRAVE

"They see garbage, blood, feces."

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Tractor

KAREN SOLIE

More than a storey high and twice that long,

it looks igneous, the Buhler Versatile 2360,

possessed of the ecology of some hellacious

minor island on which options

are now standard.

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Say the Names
AL PURDY
"say the names say the names"

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What Horror To Awake At Night
Lorine Niedecker

''What horror to awake at night

and in the dimness see the light.''

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Introduction to poetry
Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem

and hold it up to the light

like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

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We wear the mask.
By:
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, —

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

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My Idea of the Circus Is My Idea of the Circus Otherwise Known As: My Mother Was a Celebrated Stunt Motorcyclist, Vietnam, 1958 to 1962

HOA NGUY

"arms out like wings on either side"

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I´ve Tasted My Own Blood
Milton Acorn

¨Her voice rain and air rich with lilacs¨

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Two Hours on a Train

ABDELLATIF LAÂBI

When we arrive
I'll be about fifty or so
and still have
about an hour
to live

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Cowboy Story

GEORGE MURRAY

The books sit on the shelf, a row of coma patients

in a ward, a series of selves no longer able to learn

and trapped at the point of injury: the last page.

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The Older Generation

BY HA JIN

I saw how they lived with restrictions.

Hardly past thirty they began to decline.

Like fish trapped in an invisible net,

they swam in all directions

but couldn't get anywhere.

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Poem- Personification- by Davud Shapiro 

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Poem- Personification- by Davud Shapiro 

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The trees have sex,

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wow! You've changed
by
DINA DEL BUCCHIA

You’ve changed.

You used to be so

and now you’re all

like, you’ve transformed

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I step through snow as thin as script

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rainy river
hounddog, heart break, hotel
roking rowboat
winding weving wiver

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The seconds- Derick Sheffield

Last patches of snow all but gone and first

wildflowers flecking the lawn, I walked out

to the shed and pulled open the door

with a woody squeak, and there, rising from the dirt floor,

surrounded by a dusty clutter of tools

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I feel the Sun by:Wang Xiaoni

Ten seconds can be as long

as a quarter century!

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Woke in the brume,

lilacs like turf stars.

The late fawn

standing in his syrups;

bucks down the swale

chewing sedge.

We move south

to slopes of sleeping poppy,

past the white alder,

bending heads to scent

of calx—in natural dark

a man tries his hand

at belonging. He

with greave of hide, a born

hood, lay with three

spikes in the clay, green

peak in the breeze.

He whose breathing

wrongs the still.

You stir now to mend,

to redress?

To be one of us, after all this?

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The Loaf
Paul Muldoon
"with a clink and a clink and a clinky-click."

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Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes

Thomas Gray

AABAAB rhyme scheme

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers—

EMILY DICKINSON

And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —A

And sore must be the storm —B

That could abash the little Bird-A

That kept so many warm —B

I’ve heard it in the chillest land — C

And on the strangest Sea —D

Yet — never — in Extremity,-E

It asked a crumb — of Me.-D

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Elegy Falling Forward & Down, By Iliana Rocha.
''Lots of horses were found dead''
''Petals, like carnations decorating the chapel''

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Blank Sonnet - George Elliot Clarke

Watch white stars spin dizzy as drunks

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Common Magic
By: Bronwen Wallace
flimsy as bubbles rising.

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Blank Sonnet - George Elliot Clark

I step through snow as thin as script

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When I had no roof I made

Audacity my roof. When I had

No supper my eyes dined.

When I had no eyes I listened.

When I had no ears I thought.

When I had no thought I waited.

When I had no father I made

Care my father. When I had

No mother I embraced order.

When I had no friend I made

Quiet my friend. When I had no

Enemy I opposed my body.

When I had no temple I made

My voice my temple. I have

No priest, my tongue is my choir.

When I have no means fortune

Is my means. When I have

Nothing, death will be my fortune.

Need is my tactic, detachment

Is my strategy. When I had

No lover I courted my sleep.

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love, by George Herbert

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Love said, “You shall be he.”

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The city as embodied trauma - "niya" by Lindsay Nixon

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The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

¨Will make your blood run cold.¨
¨Gold seemed to hold him¨
¨The stars were dancing ¨
¨ Though my lips were dumb¨

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Life in a Love by
ROBERT BROWNING

old hope goes to ground
My life is a fault at last

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Deto(nation)

OCEAN VUONG

There’s a joke that ends with — huh?

It’s the bomb saying here is your father.

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A Poem for Indigo, By Voice Porter
''Protect her as I protect you”
'so as long as I have breath''

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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
"O my Luve is like a red, red rose"
"O my Luve is like the melody"
"And fare thee weel, my only luve!

And fare thee weel awhile!"

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anyone lived in a pretty how town
E.E Cummings
"sun moon stars rain"

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Susie Asado

GERTRUDE STEIN

Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.

Susie Asado.

Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.

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These Poems, She Said by Robert Bringhurst

"Eyes like a drawknife"
"As Heartless as birdsong"
"As unmeant as elm leaves"