In long gone years a fox and crane
Were bound in friendship's golden chain;
Whene'er they met, the fox would bow
And madame Crane would curtsie low-
-My lovely Crane how do you do?
-I'm very well - pray how are you?
Thus time passed on,... (Read full poem)

2. Letters To Dead Imagists - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems. Published in 1900. Read 1726 times on American Poems.

EMILY DICKINSON:
You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,
The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,
And how God plays around a back yard garden.

STEVIE CRANE:
War is kind and we never knew the kindness of war till
you came;
Nor the black... (Read full poem)

For the sake of some things
That be now no more
I will strew rushes
On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things
That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron... (Read full poem)

4. Graves - written by Hayden Carruth
Read 1510 times on American Poems.

Both of us had been close
to Joel, and at Joel's death
my friend had gone to the wake
and the memorial service
and more recently he had
visited Joel's grave, there
at the back of the grassy
cemetery among the trees,
"a quiet, gentle... (Read full poem)

is by admitting 
or opening away. 
This is the simplest form 
of current: Blue 
moving through blue; 
blue through purple; 
the objects of desire 
opening upon themselves 
without us; the objects of faith. 
The way things work 
is by solution,... (Read full poem)

6. Dream Song 78: Op. posth. no. 1 - written by John Berryman
From His Toy, His Dream, His Rest. Published in 1968. Read 768 times on American Poems.

Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared,
inapprehensible his studies grew,
nourished he less & less
his subject body with good food & rest,
something bizarre about Henry, slowly sheared
off, unlike you & you,

smaller & smaller, till in... (Read full poem)

It was no place for the faithless,
so I felt a little odd
walking the marshland with my daughters,

Canada geese all around and the blue 
herons just standing there;
safe, and the abundance of swans.

The girls liked saying the... (Read full poem)

8. Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem - written by Annie Dillard
From The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 274, No. 3 September 1994. Published in 1994. Read 1486 times on American Poems.

New York: You take a train that rips through versts.
It feels as if the trains were running over your ears.

For many hours the train flies along the banks
of the Hudson about two feet from the water. At the stops,
passengers run out, buy up bunches... (Read full poem)

LE garçon délabré qui n’a rien à faire
Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule:
“Dans mon pays il fera temps pluvieux,
Du vent, du grand soleil, et de la pluie;
C’est ce qu’on appelle le jour de lessive des gueux.”
(Bavard, baveux,... (Read full poem)

10. On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane - written by Philip Levine
Read 519 times on American Poems.

Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's
been drinking and has no idea who
this curious Andalusian is, unable
even to speak the language of poetry.
The young man who brought them
together knows both Spanish and English,
but he has a headache from... (Read full poem)

In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
From the memory of the old men
Pass away the great traditions,
The achievements of the warriors,
The adventures of the hunters,
All the wisdom of the Medas,
All the craft of... (Read full poem)

12. Notes On An Unadorned Night - written by Daniel Nester
From http://www.shampoopoetry.com/ShampooNine/nester.html. Read 286 times on American Poems.

after Rene Char

Let's agree that the night is a blank canvas, a station 
     break, a bridge of a song.

Let's agree further that activities at night—movies, 
     campfires, reading by a lamp—are all
basically an homage to the day.... (Read full poem)