love poem ~ Linda Pastan I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after a thaw when we stand on its dangerous banks and watch it carry with it every twig every dry leaf and branch in its path every scruple when we see it so swollen with runoff that […]
Missing You ~ Felix Cheong I miss you dawn, dream and dusk, whenever my words run out and crawl, toothless and silent at last to the kennel of your heart. I miss you in the privacy of pain, a cry tucked beneath sheets, a kiss unfinished over distances. And I shall miss you when I’m […]
November Night ~ Adelaide Crapsey Listen. . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall.
A History of Mourning ~ Robert Bly It’s odd that evening is so speckled with grief. Birds start singing when the branch reddens. But we write our poems when the sun goes down. Our ancestors knew how to cry at death; but they Had enough to do finding big stones to cover The dead, and […]
November for Beginners ~ Rita Dove Snow would be the easy way out—that softening sky like a sigh of relief at finally being allowed to yield. No dice. We stack twigs for burning in glistening patches but the rain won’t give. So we wait, breeding mood, making music of decline. We sit down in the […]
