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  • Poem
    By Sri Chinmoy
    Ultimately everything
              Becomes boring.
    Even great miracles
              Become boring.
    Even the tremendous powers of…
  • Poem
    By Thomas Bracken
    God of Nations at Thy feet,
    In the bonds of love we meet,
    Hear our voices, we entreat,
    God defend our free…
  • Poem
    By Walela Nehanda
    Crip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of
         the disabled community/
    a school of thought
    Example: “I’m on crip time” 
    Meaning: Time bends differently when the universe that is
         my body dictates it 

    Crip (noun): a Black gang that originated in...
  • Poem
    By Adam O. Davis
    1.
    If a house is haunted like a radio
    is haunted         If a body is a radio
    of blood         If a body of ghosts
    hums like blood over a valley of
    bone         If blood is a...
  • Glossary Terms
    A phrase or line repeated at intervals within a poem, especially at the end of a stanza.
  • Poem
    By James Cagney
    I come from the kidnapped,
                                        the assaulted—
    my country’tis of reparations as in-store credit
                         ...
  • Poem
    By Federico García Lorca
    Verde que te quiero verde.
    Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
    El barco sobre la mar
    y el caballo en la montaña.
    Con la sombra en la cintura,
    ella sueña en su baranda
    verde carne, pelo verde,
    con ojos de fría plata.
    Verde que te quiero verde.
    Bajo la luna gitana,
    las...
  • Poem
    By Inger Christensen
    Translated By Susanna Nied
    so here I stand by the
    out there is the
    and it looks like the 
    is always alone with the
    but around behind the
    the water stops at
    and just behind
    ice drifts in the 
    and just behind the
    there’s solid ice at the
    and just behind the 
    it looks like...
  • Poem
    By Federico García Lorca
    Translated By Sarah Arvio
    Green I want you green
    green wind green branches
    Boat on the sea and
    horse on the mountain
    Shadow on her waist
    she dreams at her railing
    green flesh green hair
    eyes of cold silver
    Green I want you green
    Under the gypsy moon
    things are seeing her
    but she can’t...
  • Poem
    By Federico García Lorca
    1.
    La cogida y la muerte

    A las cinco de la tarde.
    Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde.
    Un niño trajo la blanca sábana
    a las cinco de la tarde.
    Una espuerta de cal ya prevenida
    a las cinco de la tarde.
    Lo demás era muerte...
  • Poem
    By Federico García Lorca
    Translated By Sarah Arvio
    1

    The Goring and the Death

    At five in the afternoon
    At the stroke of five
    The boy brought the white sheet
    at five o’clock
    A basket of lime all ready
    at five o’clock
    The rest was death and only death
    at five o’clock

    Wind carried off the cotton balls
    at...
  • Poem
    By Cedric Tillman
    you know I ain’t mess w/you ’cause of yo’ friends
    wouldn’t have you caught slummin’
    know you hood 'cause you said

    I look the same
    and I said
    you look the same

    and I said “it don’t crack, doit?
    and you said “Uh, OKAY?”

    that’s that thing right...
  • Poem

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    Bay Leaves

    By Nikki Giovanni
    I watched Mommy
    Cook
    Though I cooked
    With Grandmother

    With Grandmother I learned
    To pluck chickens
    Peel carrots
    Turn chittlins inside out
    Scrub pig feet

    With Mommy I watched
    leftovers for stew
    Or vegetable soup
    Great northern beans
    Mixed collards turnips and mustard greens
    Garlic cloves Bay Leaves
    Very beautifully green
    Stiff   so fresh
    With just a...
  • Article
    By Tyler Malone
    Who are all these people? Where is this waste land they inhabit? What is this chaos of impressions we are privy to? Wherefore such madness?
    A man standing alone on a rain-drenched pavement on the River Thames Embankment, London.
  • Poem

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    [Immigration Headline]

    By Javier Zamora
    [byline]northern triangle—First, I lived near mud, there, I carved some things. Then, I found a well, yo soy un bicho migrante. I had to climb trees, find mollusks, made a knife to eat them raw. Later, later-later, I worried about...
  • Poem

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    A Celtic Miscellany

    By Thomas McCarthy
    Magic rain magic mist magic dew magic hail
    Magic darkness magic sea magic waves magic
    River magic fountain magic well magic spring
    That bursts forth when a magic spear pierces
    Rock magic oak tree magic ash magic lime tree
    Magic bough magic yew magic hawthorn...
  • Poem
    By Diane Gilliam Fisher
    She cannot imagine it otherwise.
    She wakes in the morning and twists her ring,
    loves how every night in their bed he lies
     
    breathing warm in the dark and never shies
    away. He lets her talk, he lets her sing.
    She cannot imagine it otherwise.
     
    One...
  • Poem
    By Geoffrey Chaucer
    Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastnesse,
    Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
    For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelnesse,
    Prees hath envye, and wele blent overal.
    Savour no more thanne the byhove schal;
    Reule weel thiself, that other folk canst reede;
    And...
  • Poem
    By Maya Angelou
    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
    Pumping in...
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