Apples still taste like apples.
Poetry
Scott Cairns 5-01-2001
Your petitions—though they continue to bear
just the one signature—have been duly recorded.
Rod Jellema 11-01-2000
Poetry is like prayer in that it is most effective in
solitude and in the times of
solitude as, for
example, in the earliest morning. —Wallace Stevens
Dale M. Kushner 5-01-2000
Very soon now the light shall die.
The Great World will be rent—
ashes, sobbing seraphim, calves
born with crabbed feet. Rain
then the absence of rain.
Wild thunder pounds in my head.
Anne Carroll Fowler 5-01-2000
I didn’t follow the holy man around
I never sat down to a meal with him
Loving him began this way: water
poured into emptiness
the bowl filling