Poem of the Day: Frank Stanford

THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE There are many people who come backAfter the doctor has smoothed the sheetAround their bodyAnd left the room to make his call.They die but they live.They are called the dead who lived through their deaths,And among my peopleThey are considered...

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...