Under a Wild Green Fig Tree ~ Edward Hirsch I am going to eat seven pomegranate seeds and lie down under a wild green fig tree in a field that has been ploughed three times because I want to sleep in fertile soil sinking into dream time, dream space, and slip past the door to […]
Love Sleeps in the Poet’s Chest ~ Federico García Lorca You’ll never know how I love you because you sleep in me and are asleep Weeping I hide you—haunted by a voice of penetrating steel Law that shakes the flesh and a star by now has entered my aching heart and disturbing words have bitten […]
The Traveling Out ~ Lucile Adler I wonder, since we are both travelling out, If we may go together? Thank you. You may be sure you will be alone And private as though I were no one. God knows, I do not wish to increase your burden. Naturally, these airports, blinding cities, And foundry lights […]
The Arrival of the Bee Box ~ Sylvia Plath I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it was the coffin of a midget Or a square baby Were there not such a din in it. The box is locked, it is dangerous. I […]
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