Pronounced Fantasy, by Maxwell Bodenheim
A negro girl with skin
As black as a psychic t...
Blonde Poems
Two McNeils, by Conrad Aiken
He skips out lithe and tense into the light,
...
Paris, by Alan Seeger
I First, London, for its myriads; for its he...
Housewife Kate, by Amy Standring
Across the kitchen table a
bizarre mouth
ope...
Only Dust Settles, by Amy Standring
My mother carried me through Hungary
and Rome....
The Rose, by C. B. Langston
The rose--the rose of matchless grace!
That be...
Avenue of the Americas, by Calvera Tomczak
From desert to city, already forgotten new arr...
Welcome to the Park, by Calvera Tomczak
Welcome to the park where I took my lover down ...
The Face of Love, by Frank L. Ludwig
When Love came to my doorstep
to brighten up m...
Gayeties of Night in the City, by Isaac McLellan
It is eight o'clock of night, and the pallid f...
Ah Who Should Make My Heart Despond?, by Jean Moréas
AH who should make my heart despond,
My heart...
Taking the Train of Singularity South from Midtown, by John J. Ronan
42nd St. As the funnel of everyone in Times Sq...
I am the Sphinx, by Maggie Butt
A doorway is a hopeless hiding place
and the s...
Letter from Kong to Anna (remake 2005), by Maggie Harris
So here we are again, nothing’ s changed...
A Gathering of Gallants, by Pierre Lièvre
WHERE orange lanterns light the gravel walk,
...
The Maiden at the Fountain, by Stuart Merrill
LOVE'S daughters bend above the silent source, ...