Recently added articles from Poetry:
The Young
Dec 01, 2008; ... You bastards! It's all sherbet, and folly makes you laugh like mules. Chances dance off your wrists, each day ready, sprites in your bones and spite not yet swollen, not yet set. You gather handful after miracle handful, seeing straight, reaching ...
The Beautiful
Dec 01, 2008; ... Into perplexity: as an itch chased round an oxter or early man in the cave mouth watching rain-drifts pour from beyond his understanding. Whether to admire the mere sensation, enough, or hold out for sweeter ornament, vessels of wonder born with ...
The Damned
Dec 01, 2008; ... Kitten curious, or roaring down drinks in Soho sumps, small hours tour buses, satellite station green rooms, or conked out in the bathtubs of motorway hotels, there you were, with muck-about kisses, sharking for the snappers, before hell opened up ...
Were I to Wring a Rag
Dec 01, 2008; ... - no matter how much muscle I might have mustered - my mother was like to come along behind, reach around me to take it up again from where I'd left it, lift it back into my line of vision and in one practiced motion ...
A crush of oily plant and treated white
Dec 01, 2008; ... A crush of oily plant and treated white, wrapt and reached by root, sky-touched and still, a bud in leaf: make of me a body. Oil me, hand and foot, bind me tight and scented green: this is my dressing, done. Ay lived and spoke to what ay was. No matter if you answer. On hand and foot an oil and ...