Date: 1890
"Have you got a brook in your little heart, / Where bashful flowers blow, / And blushing birds go down to drink, / And shadows tremble so?"
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1890
"The wizard-fingers never rest, / The purple brook within the breast / Still chafes its narrow bed."
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1921
"I know what my heart is like / Since your love died: / It is like a hollow ledge / Holding a little pool / Left there by the tide, / A little tepid pool, / Drying inward from the edge."
preview | full record— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)
Date: 1946
"Icebergs behoove the soul / (both being self-made from elements least visible) / to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected indivisible."
preview | full record— Bishop, Elizabeth (1911-1979)
Date: 2003
"How to hold it all at once, / except by passion's climb, / its rising tides & breathless, / hawk's-eye view?"
preview | full record— Spaar, Lisa Russ
Date: 2010
"A thought to mind, so to the string / plucked, or touched, or bowed, the music is, / a wrinkling of the air as immaterial / and brief as sunlight glancing on a wave."
preview | full record— Le Guin, Ursula (b. 1929)
Date: 2014
"No, it's a strange beach; each body is a strange beach, and if you let in the excess emotion you will recall the Atlantic Ocean breaking on our heads."
preview | full record— Rankine, Claudia (b. 1963)
Date: 2014
"That's the bruise the ice in the heart was meant to ice."
preview | full record— Rankine, Claudia (b. 1963)