Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
Poetry: V-Z
To A Friend Condemned to Prison
By James Wright
Long I have seen those eyes,
Alert, astonished, bright,
Turn softly and survey
To Carolee Coombs-Stacy Who Set My Verses to Music
By James Wright
When I opened my eyes, a doe was standing only a few feet away from me.
To Horace
By James Wright
Everything I love is young. I love you, because you are
young. Satire, Epistle, the glistening inner wing of a redwing
blackbird’s wing, you too are young.
I am dying young. Horace, young lover of old words,
young new faces, I love you best.
To L., Asleep
By James Wright
The movement of my body when I wake,
Hinge of my arm, the shift of hand and throat,
Reminds me there was something for your sake
To the Egyptian Mummy in the Etruscan Museum at Cortona
By Charles Wright
Wrapped like a sprained ankle from head to toe,
locked in glass
In an inconceivable country.
To the Hawk
By Franz Wright
In the unshaded hill
where you kill
every day I have climbed
Untitled
By Franz Wright
light that shines not
on, but from the
earth—
What Is Truth?
By James Wright
Jane Lee told me that in Maine she met a little boy who
insisted that in his family they had green blood in their veins.
When the Horses Gallop Away from Us, It’s a Good Thing
By Charles Wright
Words
By Franz Wright
I can summon them
(sometimes I can)