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      By William Carlos Williams
      I have eaten
      the plums
      that were in
      the icebox

      and which
      you were probably
      for breakfast

      Forgive me
      they were delicious
      so sweet
      and so cold

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      By Margarita Engle
      On an island of music
      in a city of drumbeats
      the drum dream girl
      of pounding tall conga drums
      tapping small bongó drums
      and boom boom booming
      with long, loud sticks
      on bit, round, silvery
      moon-bright timbales.
      But everyone
      on the island of music
      in the city of drumbeats
      believed that only...

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      By Jill McDonough
      That's why we're here, said Julio Lugo
      to the Globe. Sox fans booed
      poor Lugo, booed his at-bat after
      he dropped the ball in the pivotal fifth.

      That ball, I got to it, I just
      couldn't come up with it.

      Lugo wants...

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      By John Keats
      The Poetry of earth is never dead:    
        When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,    
        And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run    
      From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;    
      That is the Grasshopper’s—he...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine In Memoriam, July 19, 1914

      By Anna Akhmatova
      We aged a hundred years and this descended
      In just one hour, as at a stroke.
      The summer had been brief and now was ended;
      The body of the ploughed plains lay in smoke.

      The hushed road burst in...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Sea Church

      By Aimee Nezhukumatathil
      Give me a church
      made entirely of salt.
      Let the walls hiss
      and smoke when
      I return to shore.

      I ask for the grace
      of a new freckle
      on my cheek, the lift
      of blue and my mother’s
      soapy skin to greet me.

      Hide me in a room
      with no windows.

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Ode with Interruptions

      By Rick Barot
      Someone is in the kitchen washing the dishes.
      Someone is in the living room watching the news.

      Someone in a bedroom is holding a used stamp
      with tweezers and adding it to his collection.

      Someone is scolding a dog, barking now for
      decades, a different...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine I Eat Breakfast to Begin the Day

      By Zubair Ahmed
      I create time
      I cannot create time
      I’m frozen in place
      I cannot be frozen
      I’m moving but don’t notice
      I notice me moving, I pay attention
      To the small yet immense yet
      Small movements that guide
      My limbs, my hair growth, my joint oils
      I don’t think about...