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Poem of the DayBy David FerryWho is it I should give my little book to,So pretty in its pumice-polished covers?Cornelius, I’ll give my book to you:Because you used to think my nothings somethings,At the time when you were the first in ItalyTo dare to write...
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poemBy Gladys CardiffO Ancient One,your web hangs down from the pines.I am of the Owl clan.I have been to water,my dress is of red clay.He moves at the edge of you,binds us with your threads.The center of his soul shall be my...
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poemBy Tanaya Winder
They too know all too well that some cracks were built just for us to fall through. We live in a world that tries to steal spirits each day; they steal ours by taking us away.
From Industrial Schools to forced...
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poemBy Maggie DietzShow's over, folks. And didn't October doA bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated criesOf migrating geese, low-floating coral moon.Nothing left but fool's gold in the trees.Did I love it enough, the full-throttle foliage,While it lasted? Was I dazzled? The beesHave up...
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poemBy Elizabeth AlexanderMy mother loves butter more than I do,more than anyone. She pulls chunks offthe stick and eats it plain, explainingcream spun around into butter! Growing upwe ate turkey cutlets sauteed in lemonand butter, butter and cheese on green noodles,butter melting...
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By John McCrae
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By Isaac Rosenberg
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By Florence Ripley Mastin
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By Vera Mary Brittain
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By Thomas Hardy
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collectionClassic and contemporary poems that explore the meaning of Veterans Day.
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From Apollinaire to Rilke, and from Brooke to Sassoon: a sampling of war poets
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Poem SamplerBy The Editors
From poems written in the trenches to elegies for the dead, these poems commemorate the Great War.
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poemBy Robin Richardson
She could live on chips on paint chips potato chips the poker chips he stacked in towers on the nightstand she could live in glass or underground or in his Cadillac she lived inside his head his cowboy boots she...
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poemBy Jennifer MilitelloDear sir, your air of authorityleaves me lost. Eases me froma place of ease. Contracts withmy contradictions to take from mea place. Autopilots my autobiography.Frightens my fright. Sighs withmy breath. Wins at my race.Your certainty has me curtained.Your nerve has...
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By Benjamin Voigt
Experiencing the idiosyncratic playfulness of one of America’s great poets.
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Poem GuideBy Ange Mlinko
The poet inhabits a dog and listens to his master’s voice.
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Poem GuideBy Stephanie Burt
Tracing the many conflicting meanings of the word "blood."
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