These Hands, If Not Gods/Natalie Diaz- In Honor of National Poetry Month

Haven’t they moved like rivers— like Glory, like light— over the seven days of your body? And wasn’t that good? Them at your hips— isn’t this what God felt when he pressed together the first Beloved: Everything. Fever. Vapor. Atman. Pulsus. Finally, a sin worth hurting for. Finally, a sweet, a You are mine. It is … Continue reading These Hands, If Not Gods/Natalie Diaz- In Honor of National Poetry Month

O Captain! My Captain!/Walt Whitman-In Honor of National Poetry Month

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, … Continue reading O Captain! My Captain!/Walt Whitman-In Honor of National Poetry Month

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII/Pablo Nerudo (Translated by Mark Eisner)- In Honor of National Poetry Month

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, … Continue reading One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII/Pablo Nerudo (Translated by Mark Eisner)- In Honor of National Poetry Month

“[Untitled]”/Marilyn Hacker- In Honor of National Poetry Month

You did say, need me less and I'll want you more. I'm still shellshocked at needing anyone, used to being used to it on my own. It won't be me out on the tiles till four- thirty, while you're in bed, willing the door open with your need. You wanted her then, more. Because you need to, … Continue reading “[Untitled]”/Marilyn Hacker- In Honor of National Poetry Month

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings/Maya Angelou- In Honor of National Poetry Month

The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his … Continue reading I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings/Maya Angelou- In Honor of National Poetry Month