Autumn ~ T. E. Hulme A touch of cold in the Autumn night— I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars With white faces like town children.
Moon from the Porch By Annie Finch Moon has dusks for walls, October’s days for a floor, crickets for rooms, windy halls. Only one night is her door. When I was thirteen she found me, spiralled into my blood like a hive. I stood on a porch where she wound me for the first time, […]
Bilingual/Bilingüe ~ Rhina P. Espaillat My father liked them separate, one there, one here (allá y aquí), as if aware that words might cut in two his daughter’s heart (el corazón) and lock the alien part to what he was—his memory, his name (su nombre)—with a key he could not claim. “English outside this door, […]
A Lady ~ Amy Lowell You are beautiful and faded, Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes Smoulder the fallen roses of outlived minutes, And the perfume of your soul Is vague and suffusing, With the pungence of sealed spice-jars. Your […]
[Im]migratory Patterns ~ James A. H. White Ask me where I’m from, & depending on the day / immigrant I feel like being, I may point at the sky as if it were the embodiment of all places. Ask me what I’ve given up, & depending on the hour / emigrant I feel like honoring, […]
