Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Christopher Bursk: The Plague in Early Spring

The first week in the first year of the plague,
when we told ourselves there was no plague,
the flowers were more than willing
to confirm our opinion.

September 7, 2021 · 2 Comments

Paul Laurence Dunbar: In Summer Time

‘Tis wealth enough of joy for me
In summer time to simply be.

August 15, 2021 · 8 Comments

Josephine Dickinson: The Water Bearers

we wriggled and followed
the path upstream,
coigned in its armbends, whinsill, lime,
dumped peatblocks,
humped heather, deer grass

July 26, 2021 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Jacobson: There are as Many Songs in the World as Branches of Coral

As a child
I combed black rocks of a jetty
prying starfish from pools

July 14, 2021 · 5 Comments

H.D.: Evening

shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost 

July 2, 2021 · Leave a comment

Jose A. Alcantara: Divorce

He has flown headfirst against the glass
and now lies stunned on the stone patio,
nothing moving but his quick beating heart.

June 8, 2021 · 3 Comments

Arlene Weiner: After the Emergence of the Periodical Cicadas

bouquets of cicada brides whose courtship
made the sky sing so in May.
The wedding music stopped, these are left,
to be caught by maidens in seventeen years.

June 2, 2021 · 1 Comment

Michael Simms: Consider the Hummingbird

Consider the hummingbird
How like the mind it is

May 16, 2021 · 5 Comments

Paul Christensen: Rainy and Cold Today

The soul is hungry in spring, and there is only the crisp, silent air to feed it.

April 18, 2021 · 4 Comments

William Hathaway: The Quiet of the Sky

Quietly, though. The sort of view
people look at and say awesome
while taking pictures of their faces
with their phones with nature scenes
behind them…

April 8, 2021 · Leave a comment

Claude McKay: After the Winter

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love

March 19, 2021 · Leave a comment

Peter Blair: Vernation

On the road by the arena,
puddles fill ditches
and flaxen rushes wave
in March rain.

March 18, 2021 · Leave a comment

Bertha Rogers: When Winter — Lục bát

Here is an example of a traditional fixed form borrowed from Vietnamese folk poetry.

December 21, 2020 · 2 Comments

William Butler Yeats: The Wild Swans at Coole

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky…

October 30, 2020 · Leave a comment

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