Sylvia's Death Anne Sexton for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors...

Said The Poet To The Analyst By Anne Sexton My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I...

Averno Louise Glück Averno. Ancient name Avernus. A small crater lake, ten miles west of Naples, Italy; regarded by the ancient Romans as...

Matins Louise Glück You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I'm never...

Aboriginal Landscape Louise Glück You’re stepping on your father, my mother said, and indeed I was standing exactly in the center of a...

All Hallows Louise Glück Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen sleep in their blue yoke, the fields having...

Beloved, my Beloved (Sonnet XX ) Elizabeth Barrett Browning Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago,...