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I am not lyric any more
I will not play the harp
for your pleasure
I will not make a joyful
noise to you, neither
will I lament
for I know you drink
lamentation, too,
like wine
so I dully…
Contributor:
Alicia Ostriker
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
2002
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Fish bones walked the waves off Hatteras.
And there were other signs
That Death wooed us, by water, wooed us
By land: among the pines
An uncurled cottonmouth that rolled on moss
Reared in the…
Contributor:
Louise Glück
Places:
Hopewell, United States of America
Date:
1987
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Oh white spirit—
My princess!
The spring rips,
Tears at your dress.
The air is full of spring’s fame
Crowned with florets
Carrying its perfume
Spring’s fresh scents.
Bringing your death,
My white…
Contributor:
Celia Dropkin
Places:
New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1917