love

By Kevin Young

Fall 2013

Don’t dream it’s over you don’t
know what’s it’s like it’s like that
& that’s the way it be near me be near

By William Baer

Yes, there were “close-ups.” In a marriage like theirs,
there were many, and each was easy to find
(her lovely face, her smiles, her pensive stares)

By William Baer

He never even noticed anymore
the “finish” of the wine, the tang of the salt,
the sweetness of the sugared petit four,

By Robinson Jeffers

"Look up, my dear, at the dark
Constellations above."
"Dark stars under green sky.

By Robert Liddell Lowe

Beloved, practice patience with this tongue,
Restricted to a single argument.
O, suffer that the voice has left unsung

By Billy Collins

It's a sunny weekday in May
and I have had a bowl of beef stew
and a cold bottle of beer on the brick patio

By Donald Hall

August, goldenrod blowing. We walk
into the graveyard, to find
my grandfather's grave. Ten years ago

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