How do you know but ev’ry Bird
that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight,
clos’d by your senses five?

—William Blake

Enjoy work by Past Master William Blake as well as contemporary poetry by W.E. Butts, Cindy King, and Bill O’Connell. Features the beautiful art of Kathryn Frund.

After the T’ang Poets

I would call on the masters
but I can’t think of a single line
about a mother’s ashes
in a pewter urn with a screw-down cap
that soughs no matter which direction I turn,
as though the wind had gotten in there
and was having his way with what was left,
one breast, no uterus,
so many organs gone I could not look at the list
but have my ear cupped for her slightest moan
as I did back then when she and he lay in bed
with the door closed
and I spent hours flipping pages at the kitchen table
without comprehending a single word.

— Len Roberts