A fourth entry in Victorian week at the Sun, today’s poem is from Coventry Patmore (1823–1896). Perhaps the least known of admirable 19th-century poets, Patmore was widely read in his own age for “The ...

some money and take the nearest train? “Get up! I cannot fall, at least not now. And I can’t see my toy. Where is my toy? Zara, my toy! How could you leave? How? Ah, ah. My toy was my only remaining ...

This short poem grapples with so many themes at once — seeing, being seen, desire, racism, selfhood and memory. The poem starts in a matter-of-fact fashion with a declarative, “I don’t like being ...

Poet and performance artist John Giorno launched Dial-a-Poem in the 1960s to deliver random poems over the phone. Now, a group continues his work on a new medium — the internet. UNIDENTIFIED PERSON #1 ...