Knocking At The Gate

I have gone out, a possessed witch,    haunting the black air, braver at night;    dreaming evil, I have done my hitch    over the plain houses, light by light:    lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.    A woman like that is not a woman, quite.    I have been her kind. Anne Sexton. (1981). "Her Kind" from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton. (Boston: Houghton Mifflin). Full poem here.

Valentine's Day is for lovers, and love is perhaps the greatest of all topics in poetry. In celebration and for your consideration, then: "Aubade" by Amber Flora Thomas   "American Smooth" by Rita Dove "The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel "Sonnet XXIX" by William Shakespeare "Life Story" by Tennessee Williams

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred    and sixty-seven words, per day. Full poem here. Jeffrey McDaniel. (1998). “The Quiet World” from The Forgiveness Parade . San Francisco: Manic D Press.