Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
Poetry: V-Z
Elegy
By Bruce Weigl
Into sunlight they marched,
into dog day, into no saints day,
and were cut down.
Three Poems
By Jennifer Liberts Weinberg
The sky is full of bleating lambs
which bob above us. The rains flood
our apartment. Here no word exists
from “The Life of Tu Fu”
By Eliot Weinberger
They say that when a goose flies south it holds a twig in its beak to keep from making a sound the hunters might hear.
from Spoke
By Hannah Weiner
I was bilbarious I was overt under the line overt the word
It Walks
By Hannah Weiner
It walks.
That is,
it puts one foot in front of another
The Vodka and the Gin
By Harte Weiner
Their tracings, nearly identical.
Knowing, tonight
if I start with one I should carry through,
Three Poems
By Roger Weingarten
Don’t forget that while my legs
were clamped around the mule’s
ribs climbing a defunct
Two Poems
By Don Weingarten
There is a man in pajamas
standing on the ledge.
The Crown
By Richard Marx Weinraub
His manner went to Queen Elizabeth
decapitating Mary—Queen of Gaul.
Throckmorton had become a shibboleth.
First In Vitro Photograph of a Human Embryo
By Stefi Weisburd
The eyes of your eyes not yet
open. Tongue. Bud lip. I come
to watch the heart