Poem of the Day: Sylvia Plath

WINTER LANDSCAPE, WITH ROOKS Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The...

Poem of the Day: Sylvia Plath

BLACKBERRYING Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,   Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a seaSomewhere at the end of it, heaving. BlackberriesBig as the ball of my thumb, and dumb...

Poem of the Day: Meg Day

HYMN TO A LANDLOCKED GOD Perhaps as a child you, too, sawthese stallion clouds & knew a skywith no blue was a sky tooreverent to be overlooked or understood. Perhaps heaven is the moon flag,not the moon, & you came to know praise as vertical only because the...