Heavy drops, carrying more | than they can bear, fall from no- | where, bending leaves already | sagging, and one by one, | the leaves let go.
Yu Xuanji, “At Home in the Summer Mountains,” translated by Jane Hirschfield
A poem by Yu Xuanji from the Winter of 1994.
Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 50
A poem by Walt Whitman in our issue, Happiness.
Riding Out at Evening, by Linda McCarriston
A poem by Linda McCarriston
Providence, by A. R. Ammons
A short poem by A. R. Ammons
Every Word I Pick Here, by Lee van Laer
Every word I pick here | Is the wrong one, one | I’ve used too often, | Touched by thought | Until it’s worn and tired.
Pathways, by Mark Nepo
I don’t know why I was born | with this belief in something | deeper and larger than we can | see. […]
What It Takes, by Lisa Starr
All it takes is one blue rowboat tied to a buoy,
and its reflection, and this moment
for me to go remembering everything. …
“Where We Once Belonged” and Three More Poems, by Stephanie Unger
Stephanie Unger is a writer who lives in Buffalo, NY. She has studied poetry at workshops led by Martha Heyneman and others at the Rochester Folk Art Guild in the Finger Lakes Region of New York State.
The Middle Ground, by William Segal
There is a middle ground, a basic Reality embracing self and Self. It may be called my true nature. To discover what
prevents me from the experience of it, I have only to look at myself, just as I am. […]