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SHALL BEAR UPON HIS SHOULDER IN THE TWILIGHT
Reaching from history, that alpenglow, towards the dead whose clothes I wear
G.C. Waldrep
God-Box
They give us a white cube, a paper box,
Mark Doty
Abend in Skåne | Du, Nachbar Gott | Wie der Wächter
The park is high. As from a house
Rainer Maria Rilke
Me & Whiskey
Collided hard
Robert Nazarene
Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
Leaving the Big City
So afterward I sat by the bosphorus blue water and many dazzling
Peter Balakian
The All-Overs, This is Where God Stays When He’s in Town and Mr. Jackson’s Killer
I like words like gallimaufry, tawdry, billingsgate—braggadocio! Rodomontade.
David Kirby
Almost an Elegy: For Tony Hoagland
Your poems make me want to write my poems
Linda Pastan
Imaginary Conversation | In the Orchard
You tell me to live each day
Linda Pastan
Hello, July 5th!
The morning is full of embarrassed flowers
Susan Rich
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
On Sadness | On Beauty
I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”
Kathleen Ossip
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