The last ghost leans with her ear against a dead wasp nest./ She closes her eyes and listens// To you, still singing/ Beyond the kingdom of the living. Ansel Elkins, Someone Forgot to Whisper Your Death to the Bees To be described a...

It is possible, I suppose that sometime/ we will learn everything/ there is to learn: what the world is, for example,/ and what it means. I think this as I am crossing/ from one field to another, in summer, and the/ mockingbird is mocking me, as one ...

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,/ So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Shakespeare Love, like summer, is rest, stillness, and slowing down. Love, like summer, is rejuvenation, quiet, and growth. Love, like summer, breath, b...

All my life, I’ve lived above the ground,/ car wheels over paved roads, roots breaking through/concrete,/ and still I’ve not understood the reel of this life’s purpose. From Ada Limon's "Notes on the Below" I grew up above ground and in love...