XXXVIII - E. E. Cummings - yes is a pleasant country: if's wintry (my lovely) let's open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one (and april's where we're) From E. E. Cummings: Complete... Read more →

Human Beauty - by Albert Goldbarth - If you write a poem about love ... the love is a bird, the poem is an origami bird. If you write a poem about death ... the death is a terrible fire, the poem is an offering of paper cutout flames you... Read more →