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
OÚ EST LE CHAT
I can ask this, which is good
Cathleen Calbert
The Daughter and 6AM
I wish I had another chance
Linda Pastan
Ocean Park
Call this landscape abstract if the world’s splendour
Ranjit Hoskote
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
SMOKE GHOST SMOKE
Its smell didn't wake my husband
Nancy Mitchell
Two poems by Muyaka bin Haji, (1776—1840)
When she lays eggs, they’re not nurtured even if brooding them succeeds.
Muyaka bin Haji
Edna St. Vincent, M.F.A.
Chic and petite, blind to her destiny
Mary Jo Salter
The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
Christmas Nineteen-Sixty-Something and Notes from My Doppelganger
By that time we were hanging the tree from a hook
Kurt Luchs
Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice
We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape
Steven Cramer
The gift of putting something down…
The gift of putting something down, he had yet to discover it--letting it slide from his grip.
Stephen Dobyns
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
Previous
1
...
48
49
50
51
52
...
170
Next