Poem of the Day: Brigit Pegeen Kelly

DOING LAUNDRY ON SUNDAY So this is the Sabbath, the stillnessin the garden, magnoliasdrying damp bells, petticoats, over the porch rail, while bicyclewheels thrum and the full-breasted tulips open their pink blousesfor the hands that pressed them first as bulbs into...

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...