Juliana Spahr

‘So the dolphins talks, talks, over thirty distinguishable sounds.’

Sandra Simonds

‘let us / build the openwork fabric of our garden / on the fear in the body’

Claudia Rankine

‘Certain moments send adrenaline to the heart, dry out the tongue’

Issue 103

Craig Raine

‘The inescapable smoke of her gown’

Don Paterson

‘One, perhaps his psalter, / the other, a manuscript, or a portable altar.’

Issue 129

Mary Ruefle

‘Life continually circled in cold inaccessible serenity around unhappy Earth’

Issue 131

Sandra Simonds

‘Here I am. Sephora, symbol of stolen work.’

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘I once had had a thought / About a thought I once had had.’

Issue 119

Robin Robertson

Issue 100

Don Paterson

‘the honest fulcrum of the hour / that engineers our ghost’

Mary Ruefle

‘Those flowers belong to the dead.’

Katha Pollitt

‘Nobody wanted to hear / about the rain or its father / or leviathan slicing the deeps / at the black edge of the world / under the cold blue light of the Pleiades.’

Sumana Roy

‘It is difficult to imagine a history of trees / without man in it. Man as tree, Tree as tale.’

Issue 130

Vinod Kumar Shukla

‘The truth is, though no one says it, / They’re all worried about their children.’