Poem of the Day: Robert Creeley

  EDGES   Edges of the field, the blue flowers, the reddish wash of the grasses, the cut green path up to the garden plot overgrown with seedlings and weeds— green first of all, but light, the cut of the sunlight edges each shift of the vivid...

Poem of the Day: Cole Swensen

  If   the horse was white     and the green hill opened out       an animal       the lamp of any landscape    where the angle of incident light is an index...