August By Billy Collins Winter 2006 The first one to rise on a Sunday morning,I enter the white bathroomtrying not to think of Christ or Wallace Stevens. 0 Comments
The Summer Houses By Billy Collins Winter 2006 All winter long they are occupied only by their vacancy.The paintings look out from the white walls.The wicker beds and the wicker chairs are not taken. 0 Comments
Brightening By Rita Dove Winter 2005 Which face to choose? Start in the left-hand corner—and speak to it as if to a flock of birds 0 Comments
Nothing to Write Home About By Billy Collins Spring 1998 It's a sunny weekday in Mayand I have had a bowl of beef stewand a cold bottle of beer on the brick patio 0 Comments
Portrait of the Reader With Cereal By Billy Collins Spring 1998 This morning I sit across from youat the same small table,the sun italicizing 0 Comments
Incidence of Flight By Richard Eberhart Spring 1975 I spring joy out of my rib cageLike a flash of pigeons flying NorthSouth here in Mississippi, Florida 0 Comments
Maple Syrup By Donald Hall Summer 1976 August, goldenrod blowing. We walkinto the graveyard, to findmy grandfather's grave. Ten years ago 0 Comments
The House Slave By Rita Dove Spring 1980 The first horn lifts its arm over the dew-lit grassand in the slave quarters there is a rustling—children are bundled into aprons, cornbread 0 Comments
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