63rd Street Y |
by Mark Doty
All night steam heat poursfrom radiators and up the stairwellsto the thirteenth floor,and I can't sleep because I knowall the windows are thrown wide open,
a voyeu...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
from "After the Blitz, 1941" |
by J.R. Ackerley
Invocation to a soldier reported missing
Observe! I turn the key in this new doorAt which you have not knocked your gay tattoo;Note the bright prospect down the passage toThe sunlit t...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 22:09:00 GMT |
Stream of Life |
by Rabindranath TagoreThe same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust o...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Sep 2008 07:46:00 GMT |
For You O Democracy |
&n...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 08:43:00 GMT |
For Colleen Baums birthday |
On your birthday, I pulled out my Grand-mPre Marguerite Andrieux's cake recipe and spent an hour bustling about my kitchen preparing a tasty treat for you with the intention of finding out where you l...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 16:21:00 GMT |
We Two Boys Together Clinging. |
&n...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 12:18:00 GMT |
In Their Flight |
by Mark Doty
Who believes in them?
It doesn't matter muchto the souls, newly set free,wheeling in the air over the site
of their last engagements.Suppose we could see them?They'd be like sparro...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 09:25:00 GMT |
