By: Georgia Douglas Johnson

“Not wholly this or that, / But wrought / Of alien bloods am I…”

By: Farfa

“the other was a real triangle”

By: C. Day Lewis

“Through space-time’s cold / Indifferent airs I strolled…”

By: Eric Temple Bell

“Am I a man, or less?”

By: Claude McKay

“Life still lingers, questioningly strange, / Timid and quivering, naked and alone…”

By: Álvaro de Campos

“Something like people / Will continue to make things like poems…”

By: Ralph Milne Farley

Pink snow drifts in, / Dyed by the dying sun.

By: Elinor Wylie

“My soul, be not disturbed / By planetary war…”

By: Claude McKay

“Mine is the future grinding down to-day…”

By: Angela Morgan

“Hid within a lump of clay, / A light more terrible than day…”

By: Hirato Renkichi

“The heartfulness of moving machines!”

By: Hart Crane

“Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks, / A rip-tooth of the sky’s acetylene…”

By: Countee Cullen

“She will be young / When your last cracked and quivering note is sung.”

By: Claude McKay

“Darkly I gaze into the days ahead…”

By: Conrad Aiken

“I ascend from darkness / And depart on the winds of space for I know not where…”