By Felicia Dorothea Hemans
See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,Where the deep elm-shadows fall?Voices that have left the earth Long...
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- By Kemi AlabiI used to pray to a man-faced god.Kept his whip beneath my bed.Set alarms for daybreak lashings.Pressed...
- By Tilsa OttaUn club nocturno no hace un veranoMas creo en el perreoEterno recreoEn la agitación de la masa críticaInclin...
- By Tilsa OttaA nightclub doesn’t make a summerI believe more in perreoPlay everlastingIn the agitation of a critical...
- By William Butler YeatsI met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. `Those breasts are flat and fallen now Those veins...
- By William Butler YeatsI That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying ...
- By William Butler YeatsI I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children...
- By William Butler YeatsThe unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes,...
- By William Butler YeatsI Swear by what the Sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
- By William Butler YeatsI I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at last being...
- By William Butler YeatsI What shall I do with this absurdity — O heart, O troubled heart — this caricature, Decrepit age that...
- By William Butler YeatsThe light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful...
- By William Butler Yeats'Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,' Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where...
- By Shane McCraeThe joke you hear today you’ll hear Again next year again each ev- ery birthday after for the first ...
- By Molly PeacockWhen you looked up and said, “Thank you,” I saw your gratitude rise over us like rain. It seemed external...
- By Molly Peacock.sm-caps { text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 600; font-size: .75em; letter-spacing: .05em; } ...
- By C. Dale YoungThe angle of the sun does not confuse them— once the bees find the rosemary, they cannot forget it is...
- By William Butler YeatsMidnight has come and the great Christ Church bellAnd many a lesser bell sound through the room;And ...
- By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs...