Poems
Contributors
Authors
Translators
Archive
Plume Issues
The Poets and Translators Speak
Featured Selection
Book Reviews
Essays and Comment
Interviews
Newsletters
Station To Station
Anthologies
About
History and Mission
Staff
Submissions
Menu
ENTER A SUBMISSION TO PLUME
Poems
Contributors
Authors
Translators
Archive
Plume Issues
The Poets and Translators Speak
Featured Selection
Book Reviews
Essays and Comment
Interviews
Newsletters
Station To Station
Anthologies
About
History and Mission
Staff
Submissions
Search
Poems
Sort By:
Date
Title
First Line
Random
Index
RODIN, “Hand with Small Torso, Bronze” | Rodin’s “The Cathedral”
In Paris you can see his drawer of hands.
Peter Cooley
Romanian Lessons & The Country of Leaving
Godmother country,
Monica Cure
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
Rondeau and Song
She would have yawned to see a Pharaoh’s fall,
Hailey Leithauser
Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue
The level of rose-scented lotion daily
Rachel Hadas
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
Rue Delambre
As soon as the plane takes off the city
Pui Ying Wong
Ruler of Everything
The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored
Amy Gerstler
Rune
Not timber or bronze or iridium, not the old habits of species at a waterhole or the short
Maxine Chernoff
Sack
Ancient river bed hacked and carved whittled deep
John Kinsella
safe / harbor / rehab
you said your eyes
Fred Marchant
Salgado Maranhão’s “Mythic Ground” translated by Alexis Levitin
For the living, this is the ground,
Salgado Maranhão
Previous
1
...
109
110
111
112
113
...
171
Next