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Ode to the Steambox by Matthew Nienow
That arch and bridge
will form a shape of repentance.
-Fanny Howe from Three Persons
The Last Time I Slept in This Bed by Sara Peters
The poetry of the earth never ceases
-Dan Beachy-Quick from The Cricket and the Grasshopper
Sonnet by Anthony Opal
Across the road our neighbor starts his truck
while God, feather by feather, downs a wren
-Bruce Snider, Devotions
A Chair in Snow by Jane Hirshfeild
I’d love to be the silk-shimmer
against the curve of anyone’s arm
-Jamaal May from Hum for the Bolt
The Day by Geoffrey Brock
Now the lovers’ mouths are open-
maybe the miracle’s about to start
-Peter Coal from Song of the Shattering Vessels
A Thank-You Note by Michael Ryan
We kiss on lips, where the tenses attach.
-Christina Davis from Mankindness
Thicket by Atsuro Riley
dark furlings of
tiny church feelings
-Meghan O’Rourke from Sun In Days
Summer by Heather Christle
-Tom Pickard from Prologue
Snake Oil, Snake Bite by Dilruba Ahmed
in the earth a corpse snapped
-Fady Joudah from Tell Life
Trying Fourleggedness by Rebecca Hazelton
I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.
-Louise Gluck from Aboriginal Landscape
Always tempted to make a top ten list of Ange Mlinko’s extensive vocab. Some more gems in Epic.
Eileen Myles’ Prophesy is crass and necessarily so.
It’s uncivil of me to suggest, but Alex Dimitrov’s poem Together and by Ourselves is much better if you start in the middle: from “we must have been lonely people…”
A devious, but wonderful poem, Rebecca Hazelton : Trying Fourleggedness
Tomas Q. Morin evokes quite a lot in Nature Boy
You must always read Rae Armantrout with interest: Geography
Nate Klug on Milton’s God
Atsuro Riley is the best least-well-known poet writing today: Thicket
I really like the folding of Rilke that George Kalogeris does in Rilke Rereading Holderlin
Maureen N. McLane : Best Laid
Eliza Griswold : Water Table
Carrie Fountain : Burn Lake
Delightful surprises in Zachary Schomburg’s The One About the Robbers
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Psalm of Life”:
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not the goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
E. E. Cummings, 26 from No Thanks:
what does little Ernest croon
in his death at afternoon?
(kow dow r 2 bul retoinis
wus de woids uf lil Oinis
T. Alan Broughton
Sweet love, I love the earth
because it brought you here
where seasons imitate
the losses we must live.
The first and only person in your flesh
since the world began bends
to admire that budding crocus,
then walks to me through shade and light
to shape this passing hour.
A brutal but wonderful A Thank-You Note by Michael Ryan
A Waffle House makes an appearance in Wilmer Mills’ Double Vision
the blue room
as you turn to
and to hold me
Adam Kirsch is quite smug and condescending to his subjects in his recent poems, but at least the Revolutionaries, 1929 probably deserved it.
A powerful poem on betrayal by Gwyneth Lewis : Fooled Me for Years with the Wrong Pronouns
Rachel Jamison Webster writes a thrilling poem about purpose and pregnancy in Dolphins at Seven Weeks.
Like any good sonnet Anthony Opal’s “Sonnet” is full of lots.