By D. H. Lawrence
The Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash…
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash…
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- By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - By William Butler YeatsI
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and history,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way—the children's eyes
In momentary... - By Lev RubinsteinTranslated By Tatiana Tulchinsky & Philip Metres1
Well, what on earth is there to say?
2
He knows something, but won’t tell.
3
Who knows, maybe you’re … - By Cornelius EadyI’m here
to tell you
an old story.
This
Appears to be
my work.
I live
in the world,
Walk
the streets… - By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men
who broke into her apartment
and murdered her boyfriend,
... - By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are stars
and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers
obsessed with memorizing his lines,
making peace with the Big Director
in the sky who doesn’t like ad libs,
before all that, I was the star
of my own... - By Solmaz SharifEverywhere we went, I went
in pigtails
no one could see—
ribbon curled
by a scissor’s sharp edge,
the bumping our cars
undertook when hitting
those strips
along the interstate
meant to shake us
awake. Everywhere we went
horses bucking
their riders off,
holstered pistols
or two Frenchies
dancing in black and white
in a torn-apart
living... - By Jim DanielsThe strongest boy in our high school
on the edge of Detroit did not play
sports—he would’ve had to cut
his long blond Samson hair
and put away his switchblade
and stop smoking dope.
The gone-to-seed coaches who taught
gym class hated him for the beauty
they could... - By Lorine NiedeckerNothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
the boots
of the people
wet inside: they must swim
to church thru the floods
or be taxed—the blossoms
from the bosoms
of the leaves
*
Fog-thick morning—
I see only
where I now walk. I carry
my clarity
with me.
*
Hear
where her snow-grave is
the You
ah you
of... - By Liv Mammone1. Let's just save time—Yes I have seen Rain Man, The Miracle Worker, My Left Foot, or, more recently, The Theory of Everything. I wanna fuck Daniel Day Lewis too but can we not?
2. If all the the Special Needs... - By Anne CarsonEventually Geryon learned to write.
____
His mother's friend Maria gave him a beautiful notebook from Japan
with a fluorescent cover.
On the cover Geryon wrote Autobiography. Inside he set down the facts.
Total Facts Known About Geryon.
Geryon was a monster everything about him was red.... - By L.A. JohnsonThe book from the archive
whispers with handwriting. A gold pen shines
the name of every man,
his every hand that closed it shut.
If girls ever read, they were crossed
out. The gilded slashes still burn
the wounded. In the right environment, they say,
every cell... - By Marianne ChanAyumi never spoke in class, never responded to anyone who talked to her, and I tried talking to her once, no reply, but I loved her fleecy hair, her pants too short, not in fashion, ahead of her time in...
- By Michaella Batteni.
i am sitting in sunday school
in a handsewn pink dress and white lace tights
i am putting my hand down when we
learn about david and jonathan
i am not asking if king david was bi
i am taking communion
i am bowing my head... - By Vievee FrancisI never remember the knuckles, though
his hand was bare, though their hands were bare.
I remember the impressions left on this skin, the
wilting and the welting. I don't remember the sound,
not one smack. I remember the falls, myself falling
to the floor... - By Tina Boyer BrownImagine the lunchroom,
crowded and wary—
seating charts a welcome apprehension.
Loose-leaf
papers spiraled from
ballpoint-scratched notebook covers
until the last hour,
when a teacher
sighed and sighed.
Today, we close our backpacks,
but minutes
come quick and quit
the ease of dawn. - By Wu ShengOut here in the sticks
You rarely encounter such genius:
"Come, come, come to Taiwan U
Go, go, go to the US"
Words passed with envy from mouth to mouth
Giving the hometown high hopes
Then I heard you've become an American citizen
You're very busy
With house... - By Clemonce HeardThey had to be Dickies®, not Dockers®.
They had to include a cellphone pocket
on the right leg, & feign a faint hanging
off our tails in spite of a belt’s strangling
support. They had to scream prison, jail,
scream water’s rising, scream help-p-p-p
from the... - By Jill McDonoughI talk to the students in jail about freedom, how in America
we obsess over it, write it over flags on T-shirts, spread
it around under eagles. It has something to do with guns
and fireworks, Harley-Davidsons, New Hampshire, living free
until you’re dead....