Poetry

'The Road Not Taken'

Many take Frost’s 'The Road Not Taken' as an American affirmation to choose one's own path. But in David Orr's reading the twenty-line poem is instead about limits.

Poem | Wilderness Experience

Anything can unhappen—   Sunworn canyons could spill ridges, fold flowers and highways and drown        ...

Poem | From Quasi-Stories

The greengrocer counts the shriveled, wrinkled, inhuman apples, and then he sells me celery past it prime and six green bananas. And I take them all....

Poem | Lithium Balloon

I’d sneak off to the creek—the one my mother knew Was plagued by polio.   Its bank was my nest where I gathered my twigs & Sticks, my...

Poem | On the Radio I Heard This Storm

...then my attention came to rest again / on the reaching-me-clearly breaking / voice of a woman testifying // she thought fireworks / were going off in a theater...

Bookmarks | Almost-Madness in Love & Loss

How to describe the almost-madness of loss? Macdonald uses hawk-taming, Smith "ordinary" poetry about death, and Chapman "Christian love of existence."

Poem | Sandpiper

He flies only to scurry along another / reach of surf where he / pricks the cold for / prey smaller / than grains of prose. The freedom / to guess right is his...

Poem | Adjustment

Mighty planet Earth / orbits to order, its greenest blues / attractive, to make our / life-giving aerial envelope / lawful, obedient, singing. / It turns...

Poem | Untitled

There’s only song / because there are mountains, / because mountains distort / what we say, / and that’s / how song takes shape— / with words twisted / by hills...

Poem | The Divorce

In a small way, the foreign residents / Are rounded up—the Spartans sit and comb / Their hair, watched by the Persians from their tents— / Rationing starts...

Three Poems

“the quality of mercy” / is a fierce and terrible beauty.../ it hungers in its waiting / then consumes our darkest brokenness / even as it invites us to its table...

Poem | Raccoon

He abides near / flowing water even when it’s / underground, knowing how to ghost / across the cornfield to the least whisper of runoff...
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