For W. My fingertips of death in the V of your neck, I’m the murmuring penumbra slipping down to your chest. Man in the shadow valley of...

With the old magician Gone once more away, Let my own ambition Make his wraiths obey. Carefully I noted His every word and sign. My will...

WHY SHULD I LERN TO SPELL? HELL, NO ONE REEDS WHAT I SAY ANYWAY!!! :( Sing for the cool night, whispers of constellations. Sing for the...

When the almighty Father of all things, Using his steady hand, Calmly unleashed his shafts Of lightning through the world, Scattering on...

Flecks of yellow gold in bright cascades, Less like the hurried rain than lazy snow, Twirl downward, throwing out their warming glow As...

The sand of the shore is smooth and packed and heavy To meet the huge momentum of the rolling of the sea. The dociles do not change, the...

The impact of Leonardo’s artwork on us today reproduces an effect which he himself experienced when looking at the opening of a dark...

I do not need you like I do not need To read, or weep, or stew in nightly news. I do not need you like I do not need To whistle past the...

Robert Frost’s talent radiates best from his shorter poems. His poetic voice, naturally laconic, finds its most expressive mode in his...