Author: Ted Kooser

Only one cell in the frozen hive of night Is lit, or so it seems to us: This Vietnamese café, […]

Just past dawn, the sun stands With its heavy red head In a black stanchion of trees, Waiting for someone […]

Today, from a distance, I saw you Walking away, and without a sound The glittering face of a glacier Slid […]

First, I would have her be beautiful, And walking carefully up on my poetry At the loneliest moment of an […]