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Albert Goldbarth The Earth was writing: the Earth had penmanship. That was my dream. I remember so little of it. I know that hyenas and, after, pincer-beetles had made a great clean whiteness, made a bone frond ten feet long or more, of a giraffe’s neck—and by this I could see that the Earth was practicing cursives. But the rest of it? . . . a fizzle, another adventure gathering think-dust on a back shelf at the lost & found. I tell you, keep a dream journal. Read, of cou...

C.K. Williams - I love the poem, "My Mother's Lips" as well as many others by Williams.

"A span. A span. You slap wood / as if a piano, you measure the tone. / Such sweet sounds Pythagoras takes." - Tomaz Salamun, Blossom and Blood - Griffin Poetry Prize 2005 judge

Ezra Pound

Francois Villon

Arthur Rimbaud

Frank O'Hara