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Note to Thomas Stearns Eliot
I just dared to eat
Billy Collins
A Brief Portfolio
have heard through some trembling of their web
Patrick Donnelly
Wozzeck | Casualty
Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,
Bruce Bond
On Either Side of the Word Lie
The letters that must be taken away
Phillis Levin
Reflection
I am a lion
Eliza Griswold
The Birthday Ceremony
Seventeen rooms of long maroon
Cynthia Cruz
The Muse Writes Luis Jorge Borges A Letter On His 86th Birthday
The night has entered your eyes
Chard deNiord
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
My Polish and Another Poem
When I try to thank it, it shushes me. Then illuminates my way to the Exit.
Rick Hilles
Two poems by Natalia Toledo, in trilingual translation (Zapotec to Spanish to English)
Mantis mantis I want to know
Natalia Toledo
Crushed
At dusk I cut the roses, now
Ellen Bass
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