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The Door Was Open and the House Was Dark

Seamus Heaney

‘I called his name, although I knew / The answer this time would be silence / That kept me standing listening while it grew.’

Two Poems

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘It was a cruelty I first tried to blame on nature, / Then on growing up, on falling off, on it being / Just an old myth.’

Undo it

Carl Phillips

‘I can almost see again: we’ll drown anyway’

Hang It Up

Anne Carson

‘hang up your blood cell phone mr white slaver’

Bianca Burning

C.K. Williams

‘The sexual terror lions are roaring into my ears as I make my way between their cages’

Don’t Flinch

Adrienne Rich

‘Lichen-green lines of shingle pulsate and waver / when you lift your eyes. It’s the glare.’

A poem by Adrienne Rich.

In the Village

Derek Walcott

‘I came up out of the subway and there were / people standing on the steps as if they knew / something I didn’t.’

Coming Night

James Schuyler

‘what did you think of, / how long did you wait’

Midnight on Lake Michigan

Diego Báez

‘But really, your disappearance / has never been a question of whether.’

Two-Part Inventions

Anne Winters

‘The same way Bach’s motive splays out to the right, / swoons flatly, swans it, footnotes, follows up, / talks to itself, purls, mutters, dawdles, resumes. . .’

Trick

Sam Willetts

‘The unexceptional mystery takes place: / around eleven, love turns to matter’

Three Poems

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.’

Seen

Fanny Howe

‘Every cupboard is old, / every glass and cup / wiped clean.’

Teenager

Wislawa Szymborska

‘I know much more — / but nothing for sure.’