A Poem a Day

Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing, now you are uncurled and cover our eyes with the edge of winter sky leaning over us in icy sta...

Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life's lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from...

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. Sometimes, it...

The weary yeare his race now having run, The new begins his compast course anew: With shew of morning mylde he hath begun, Betokening pea...

Supper comes at five o'clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o'clock- But eight o'clock is far. How coul...

translated by Jane Hirshfield Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined h...

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze dr...