(Elaine's got the round-up over at Blue Rose Girls.)
Here's an interesting love poem. I've always liked it, but I've never been able to figure out why. It's a bit profane, but strikes me as quite honest, and the voice in this poem is very true.
Love Song: I and Thou
By Alan Dugan
Nothing is plumb, level or square:
the studs are bowed, the joists
are shaky by nature, no piece fits
any other piece without a gap
or pinch, and bent nails
dance all over the surfacing
like maggots. By Christ
I am no carpenter.
A little later, my favorite lines:
God damned it. This is hell,
but I planned it I sawed it
I nailed it and I
will live in it until it kills me.
Go here to read the rest, which is quite fun and has a nice denouement.