Poem of the Day: Frank Stanford

  THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE   There are many people who come back After the doctor has smoothed the sheet Around their body And 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 people...

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,...