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Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present
No flowers here
Andrée Chedid
The Birthdays of the Dead
It is an affront in their land
Charles O. Hartman
So What
My mind’s a ringing phone
Elizabeth A. I. Powell
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
Game with a Mad Bounce
The child and I are kicking a pebble down the road--
D. Nurkse
New Year’s Day Truce, 1999
He looked old and tired
Frances Richey
Stages on a Journey Westward
All the mapmakers in history
Wayne Miller
Wilhelmina Shakespeare
Blond hair, blue eyes, buck teeth: we taunted you
Rafael Campo
The Albino Squirrel
Bury it, I said. In the field. No,
Clare Rossini
GOD HOUR (ERIC LUNDQUIST: IN MEMORIAM)
No mind, no form, I only exist;
Lloyd Schwartz
The Color I Take
All day the green had soaked me
Catherine Wing
Two Poems
I am sitting here in this little room
Matthew Lippman
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