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
WOMAN CAVE | MODERN ORIGAMI
Even at my most primitive
Jules Gibbs
Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky
There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—
Zuzanna Ginczanka
What is Pleasure
The supreme pleasure of love
Angela Ball
Embryo
All morning, pitting the apricots
Gemma Gorga
Rilke 5 Translations
Almost like on the last day when the dead tear
Daniel Tobin
At the End of the Alphabet
Books bloated and fanned
Lee Upton
The Park from Above
What scared them? Scores of wild green parrots
Chase Twichell
Poem with Ginger in it
This rough hooked lump, this botched
Amit Majmudar
Blueshift
In another life I’m a cosmologist, lungs snow-
Carolyn Oliver
Killer
When he saw me coming
John Skoyles
Museling, a Pastoral
I’m reading a poem by a young woman,
Leonard Kress
Two Poems
The clarity of familiar faces
Chantal Bizzini
Previous
1
...
142
143
144
145
146
...
179
Next