Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
Poetry: 1960s
from Cries of Flesh and Stone
By Richard O’Connell
How distant
this hard bright terrain
that separates us
Sun, Your Grief is My Grief
By Ted Milton
Why am I so sad?
Often I have enjoyed the rain,
but for the last week
Venetian Elegy
By James Lovett
When Lady Venus takes her leisure
A young man with a feathered cap
Is sometimes told to sit beside her
Who Are You
By Philip Levine
It’s morning; you are six
Impatient to be off
In the clear cold light
Aphrodite
By Suzanne La Marre
Futility is echo
in the giant chasm’s
breath
Route 40—Ohio, U.S.A.
By Milton Kessler
It is dark now.
Nets of snow
tumble about us.
Deer
By Edward Kessler
Beyond the pond where dragonflies
Lie bedded down among the reeds
And bullfrogs clock the racing days
Green Sickness
By Bernard Keith
Jack Crack
took his palette to Paris
and writing his friends
St. Jerome
By Donald Gardner
I watch like a praying mantis
In the dawn of the day of the world,
My fingers are knotted like bamboo-shoots,
Thoughts by the Fire
By Alistair Elliot
A smile shrinks in the continual rains.
The cat stretches without opening his eyes.
The searches for interest begin, centrifugal