Tishani Doshi's poem pays homage to a twelve-year-old girl who died of exhaustion last year during the Covid-19 lockdown.
BY CYNDY CENDAGORTA As her friend fell sick while she fell in love, she realized we don't get to choose our miracles or our malignancies.
Jericho Brown's poem talks to the weight carried by black Americans who live under the constant threat of police violence and injustice.
The corpse-plant's soft and scaly appearance and its drooping head give it a ghostly, deathly air in Adrienne Rich's poem.
The Buddha's final words of advice to his students before he died were to take refuge in the dharma and in themselves.
Brandon McQuade's poem, 'Two Whiskies', is a melancholy narrative of the author's dream of a late friend.
After the death of the poet William Stafford in 1993, his friend Robert Bly wrote this tribute against the image of water flowing down the rocks of Montana gullies.
Written in the morning of the day he died, William Stafford's last poem rattles with augury gilded by a sense of acceptance.
What if you knew you'd be the last to touch someone? Ellen Bass draws us in to the brief moments of contact that fill our day and urges us to consider the fleeting nature of every life we meet.
Billy Collins runs with the folkloric notion that the dead are watching us and pushes the image all the way to a reverie of the departed 'rowing themselves slowly through eternity' in glass-bottomed boats.