Poetry

His, at the age of six, was to be Zorro.

     Who were they?—the monks who made this book,

Leaves catch on field stalks

What I miss now is not the dark

he waited today

It is no matter that you were carrying the heirloom platter

She was from having to learn to read and write

The editors of America are pleased to present the winner of the 2012 Foley Poetry Award, given in honor of William T. Foley, M.D.

When you are on the ladder with a paint brush

You know me, and You love me: dark and light.

Or here’s a story. A man just back from elsewhere tells it to me.