tendrils out alone in time turns on its own impulse, twisting back down its upward course a strong and then ... a stronger rope, the greenest saddest strongest kind of hope. 186 Issue 89 page Kay Ryan Saturday, January 1, ... 1994 Poetry Work Issue 89 Print Share Tweet ...
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sin. The sin. 261 TRI-QUARTBRLY Issue 7 page Sylvia Plath Saturday, October 1, 1966 Poetry Work Issue ... crib, The ghastly orchid Hanging its hanging garden in the air, Devilish leopard! Radiation turned it ...
Sylvia Plath Saturday, October 1, 1966 Poetry Work Issue 7 Print Share Tweet ... striving To re-establish its mirror Over the rock That drops and turns, A white skull, Eaten by weedy ...
Alissa Valles Saturday, January 1, 2005 Poetry Work Issue 121 Print Share Tweet ... a wire, pain already turned into a wakeful silence, breath. We can't name ourselves here, in an ...
Vikram Masson Saturday, July 15, 2023 Poetry Issue 164 Web Share Tweet ... and a rattle like a skeleton collapsing on itself. He turned to look at me, smiling, and pointed to ...
west blazes then shuts over the gulf 34 Issue 113 page Carol Frost Saturday, June 1, 2002 Poetry Work ... back to the harbor gray phosphorous and saffron as the night comes on I keep turning to look for the ...
the swerve Of fish is turn, and twist. The claws of tiger lilies Swipe my restless skirt. 3 In August, ... O·OREILLE. 1965. LITHOGRAPH. THE MUSEUM OF MODERN ART. NEW YORK. Issue 15 page Rosemary Daniell Saturday ... , March 1, 1969 Poetry Work Issue 15 Print Share Tweet ...
drool. 141 Issue 56 page John Morgan Saturday, January 1, 1983 Poetry Work Issue 56 Print Share Tweet ... turns, hears in his middle ear a bird's frail tune, thick eons shouldering over oceans of ...
of a mole. Issue 15 page Frederic Will Saturday, March 1, 1969 Poetry Work Issue 15 Print Share Tweet ... delicate horse. n Planets of wheat are turning in lonely erect cycles. Study them from highway 80. You see, ...
page Marvin Bell Saturday, January 1, 1983 Poetry Issue 60 Print Share Tweet ... and, as it turned out, Prewar. None of us knew that the sky had been getting lower and soon the earth ...