*featuring some prose from authors who mostly wrote poetry; favorites are bolded
"I have partaken of the well/of myself... cry not for me/but for tears/grieve not for me/but for grief" from "If You Want Justice, Take the Knife"
"That moment -- to this.../may be years in the way they measure,/but it's only one sentence back in my mind --/there are so many days/when living stops and pulls up and sits/and waits like a train on the rails." from "Layover"
"can I say now/with rose-blood upon the edge of mind" from "My Real Love in Athens"
"a billion brains may coax/undeath from fancied fact and spaceful time/no heart can leap, no soul can breathe/but by the sizeless truth of a dream/whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea./For love are in you am in i are in we" from "the greatest advantage of being alive"
"between the lips and the voice something goes dying/Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion./The way nets cannot hold water" from "I Have Gone Marking" trans. W. S. Merwin
"Ah déjame recordarte cómo eras entonces, cuando aún no existías" from "Every Day You Play"
"The lamp of my soul dyes your feet" from "In My Sky at Twilight" trans. W. S. Merwin
An Autobiography of Red
"And for a moment the frailest leaves of life contained him in a widening happiness"
"The sound of the horses like roses being buried alive"
"Geryon watched the top of Herakles' head and felt his limits returning. Nothing to say. Nothing."
"It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colors make. Roses came roaring across the garden at him./He lay on his bed at night listening to the silver light of stars crashing against the window screen. Most/of those he interviewed for the science project had to admit they did not hear the cries of the roses/being burned alive in the noonday sun. Like horses, Geryon would say helpfully."
Red Doc>
"Hands and no place for hands"
"To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked"
"With red pencil G had underlined the sentence where Proust observes the momentarily impaired surface of the eye of a person who has just had a thought she will not tell you. It traces a fissure in the pupil and disappears back down its own involuntary depths. Watch the wake."
Glass, Irony & God
"I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape - here we go fast around the last corner up the hill to his house, shadows/of limes and roses blowing in the car window and music spraying from the radio and him singing and touching my left hand to his lips." from "The Glass Essay"
"But she just laughed a strange laugh with ropes all over it." from "The Glass Essay"
"Endlessness runs in you like leaves on the tree of night./To live here one must forget much." from "TV Men: The Sleeper"
Eros the Bittersweet
"Oh comrade, the limb-loosener crushes me: desire" (Archilochos)
"Aidōs ('shamefastness') is a sort of voltage of decorum discharged between two people approaching one another for the crisis of human contact, an instinctive and mutual sensitivity to the boundary between them."
"The presence of want awakens in him a nostalgia for wholeness."
"You want ice to be ice and yet not melt in your hands"
"Desire is a moment with no way out... an invasion, an illness, an insanity, a wild animal, a natural disaster."
"Yours is a face of which I can forget/the colors and the features, every one,/the words not ever, and the smiles not yet;" from "Only until this cigarette is ended"
"Only distance/lets distance collapse" from "Distance"
"A mellow sadness/at what keeps/but yellows" from "Beasts"
"if i have made, my lady, intricate" by e. e. cummings
"I found the words to every thought" (Poem 581) by Emily Dickinson
"V" from "East Coker" by T. S. Eliot
"A Letter" by Anthony Hecht
"A Letter" by Ted Kooser
"Drinking Wine" by Tao Qian
"When in the chronicle of wasted time" (Sonnet 106) by William Shakespeare
"There can exist no dictionary that will translate into words the burden of obscure allusions that lurks in these things" from If on a Winter's Night a Traveler by Italio Calvino, trans. William Weaver
"between the lips and the voice something goes dying/Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion./The way nets cannot hold water" from "I Have Gone Marking" by Pablo Neruda, trans. W. S. Merwin
"I could say: those mountains have a meaning/but further than that I could not say." from "A Valediction Forbidding Mourning" by Adrienne Rich
"The night is darkening round me" by Emily Brontë
"What He Said" by Cempulappeyanirar, trans. A. K. Ramanujan
"Carving" by Imtiaz Dharker
"November" by Alex Dimitrov
"I think of you here,/where you haven't been in years" from "Living on Earth" by Alex Dimitrov
John Donne
"what I like about/you, she throws in, even/as the last atari/sun grinds in still/the sky, you're all/just lined up, in/ridiculous clothes,/waiting to have/feelings that/change you again" from forget thee by Ian Dreiblatt
T. S. Eliot
"V" from "East Coker"
"Acquainted with the Night" by Robert Frost
"A Bronze God, or a Letter on Demand" by Clifton Gachagua
"Casida of the Reclining Woman" by Federico García Lorca, trans. W. S. Merwin
"But tear out of me the memory/and the color of old hours" from "Desire of a Statue" by Federico García Lorca, trans. W. S. Merwin
Jack Gilbert
Tony Hoagland
"Turn Up the Ocean"
"I Don't Ask What You're Thinking"
"The Classics"
"In this kind of stillness, you should be able to find out/exactly what you feel,/if you feel anything." from "Autumn"
"I've lost one of the places I tell things to." from "Landscape Without Jason"
"To an Athlete Dying Young" by A. E. Housman
"Winter Without You" by Sarah Kay
"On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" by John Keats
"Ode on a Grecian Urn" by John Keats
"Little Sleep's Head Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight" by Galway Kinnel (especially Part V)
Ted Kooser
Philip Larkin
"a huge and birdless silence" from "Next, Please"
"The difficult part of love/is being selfish enough,/is having the blind persistence/to upset an existence/just for your own sake." from "Love"
"There is Nothing" by Dorothea Lasky
Ada Limón
"Maybe this letter is to say, if it is red where you are,/know there is also green" from "Sway"
"Coda" by Lewis MacNeice
"To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell
"Rain Travel" by W. S. Merwin
"Separation" by W. S. Merwin
"River Road" by Sean O'Brien
Frank O'Hara
"Un Chant Contre Paroles"
"A Pathetic Note"
"Prose for the Times"
"somehow I shall escape into history" from "My country, leafy and blue with infinite breaths,"
"I'm so damned literary/and at the same time the waters rushing past remind me of nothing" from "Poem En Forme De Saw"
"Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen
"The Raft" by Carl Phillips
"Star Map With Action Figures" by Carl Phillips
Sylvia Plath
"The balled/pulp of your heart/confronts its small/mill of silence" from "Cut"
"I eat men like air" from "Lady Lazarus"
"Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe
"...I kissed a girl/through the tin smog and chemical plant perfume/and carried that kiss through the year, touching newspaper,/edges of blankets, the backs of hamburger buns/to my lips to remember the dimming summer/sheepishly backing out of a door it hurriedly burst through./Only in America will the sons and daughters of slaves/kiss the sons and daughters of their masters/and remember it as an opportunity to be human" from "American Landscaping, Philadelphia to Mount Vernon" by Roger Reeves
"A Valediction Forbidding Mourning" by Adrienne Rich
"You Who Never Arrived" by Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Stephen Mitchell
"Weren't you always distracted by an expectation, as if every event announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you going and coming and often staying all night.)" from "The First Elegy" by Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Stephen Mitchell
Sappho
From If Not, Winter, trans. Anne Carson
William Shakespeare
"When in the chronicle of wasted time" (Sonnet 106)
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds" (Sonnet 116)
"That time of year thou mayest in me behold" (Sonnet 73)
"Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck" (Sonnet 14)
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" (Sonnet 18)
"Against that time, if ever that time come" (Sonnet 49)
"My love is as a fever, longing still" (Sonnet 147)
"For all that beauty that doth cover thee/is but the seemly raiment of my heart," from "My glass shall not persuade me I am old" (Sonnet 22)
"Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope,/being had, to triumph, being lacked to hope" from "So am I as the rich whose blessed key" (Sonnet 52)
"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
"Scheherazade" by Richard Siken
"I Had a Dream About You" by Richard Siken
"I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything,/without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove something... I want to tell you this story without having to be in it" from "The Torn-up Road" by Richard Siken
"The only heat of your kind for miles." from "The Speed of Belief" by Tracy K. Smith
"One Day I Wrote Her Name in the Strand" by Edmund Spenser
Alfred Lord Tennyson
"'I am half sick of shadows'" from "The Lady of Shallot"
"Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit?" from "Locksley Hall"
"Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas
"From March '79" by Tomas Tranströmer, trans. John F. Deane
"There's a fist/trying to be made/in my chest -/quivering,/which is,/the heart insists/to the disagreeable head,/at least/a gesture." from "The Evening" by John Emil Vincent
"Lonely,/I read and read/the last thing you read./Afternoon tugs,/evening plies./Morning/has its leash in its mouth." from "Book of Jonah" by John Emil Vincent
"Seventh Circle of Earth" by Ocean Vuong
"Say autumn despite the green/in your eyes" from "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous" by Ocean Vuong
"Helen" by C. K. Williams
"'A man's life cannot be silent; living is speaking, dying, too, is speaking,'" Part 16 of "Le Petit Salvié" by C. K. Williams
"The Old Astronomer to His Pupil" by Sarah Williams
William Carlos Williams
W. B. Yeats
"Today's Heavy Rain Poured Down Last Night" by Wang Yin, trans. Andrea Lingenfelter
"So it's not only on rainy days/that you turn this black cup/slowly in your hands" from "I've Had Enough of Paris" by Wang Yin, trans. Andrea Lingenfelter
"I want you to see what I see -/I'm talking with your fingers caught in my mouth." from "Fugue: Pilgrim Valley" by Cynthia Zarin