Evenings lose themselves between us, writing the river to a sheen of city lights blurring slow, with watery mutterings over our conversation and the drone of traffic to the bridge that trails its path to the trees and their strew of branches grown to grief and winter, as we walk untying our words from the…
Only until this cigarette is ended, A little moment at the end of all, While on the floor the quiet ashes fall, And in the firelight to a lance extended, Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended, The broken shadow dances on the wall, I will permit my memory to recall The vision of you, by…
Let them all marry, all of them, let them be human too, find a better reason to dislike others, or better no reason at all. The post Asunder | Nate Maye appeared first on Best Poetry Online. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
“The Dover Bitch” A Criticism of Life: for Andrews Wanning So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them, And he said to her, ‘Try to be true to me, And I’ll do the same for you, for things are bad All over, etc., etc.’ Well now,…
rhubarb toad mace kayak flea pollen clay scuttle The post Tragedy Hamlet | Susan N. Aassahde appeared first on Best Poetry Online. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
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Of all the major Australian poets, none have captured the Australian idiom as faithfully and expansively as Alan Wearne. A tacit member of the famed “Generation of ‘68”—the disputed label given to a group of poets who came to prominence at the end of the 1960s and reshaped the nation’s (then predominantly conservative) poetic landscape—Wearne…
I suppose the next thing You’re going to tell me Is that it was my fault. I’m used to this type of Ridiculousness going Against reality. Why can’t it be normal For once? Why do we Have to pretend? Just once, I wish You would let The walls down. The post Walls Down | Elaine…
from “The Complete History of the Boy” The boy was mad at his mother who didn’t hang up the phone right away when he fell and hurt his head. He was indignant. “Hurts are more important than inventions.” He dreamed his father died. “Mama told me in the car.” When he woke up he climbed…
This month, Graywolf Press reissued Claudia Rankine’s Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric. The twenty years since its first publication are contextualized in a brilliant intro by Rankine. While she was then engaging with terrorism, George W’s wars, and race riots, the book, sadly, holds to be as relevant today—even more so. “I…
