Barter - Sara Teasdale - Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of... Read more →

(Quelque Parfum) - Rainer Maria Rilke - Malgré le ciel encore bas et cet air qui chancelle, quelque chose nouvelle flotte vers l'odorat. Quelque parfum tout vert discrètement se dégage. Un plaisir déménage: le printemps est ouvert. (Some Perfume) - Rainer Maria Rilke - Despite the sky, still low, and... Read more →

My Father's Hats - by Mark Irwin - Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, sometimes fumbling the soft crowns and imagine I was in a forest, wind hymning through pines, where the musky scent of rain... Read more →

Taking Down the Tree - by Jane Kenyon - "Give me some light!" cries Hamlet's uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. "Light! Light!" cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it's dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart. The ornaments go down into... Read more →

Smoking - by Elton Glaser - I like the cool and heft of it, dull metal on the palm, And the click, the hiss, the spark fuming into flame, Boldface of fire, the rage and sway of it, raw blue at the base And a slope of gold, a touch... Read more →