An Outpost From A Complex World

You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness Have lain too long Facedown in igno...

A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke My eyes already touch the sunny hill, going far ahead of the road I have begu...

by  Robert Hass When the swordsman fell in Kurosawa's Seven Samurai in the gray rain, in Cinemascope and the Tokugawa dynasty, ...

The Changes by Robert Pinsky (from The Figured Wheel ) Even at sea the bodies of the unborn and the dead Interpenetrate at pec...