Poem of the Day: C.D. Wright

  PROVINCES   Where the old trees reign with their forward dark light stares through a hole in the body’s long house. The bed rolls away from the body, and the body is forced to find a chair. At some hour the body sequesters itself in a shuttered room with...

Poem of the Day: Larry Levis

  THE SPIRIT SAYS, YOU ARE NOTHING:   Because you haven’t praised anything in months, You walk down to the river and study one ripple Above a dead tree Until it is almost dark enough For the moon to whiten it, But it does not, And so you put your hand out,...