Poemwon’t you celebrate with meBy Lucille Cliftonwon't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylonbabylon...
PoemIn Celebration of My UterusBy Anne SextonEveryone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They...
Poem'My own heart let me more have pity on'By Gerard Manley HopkinsMy own heart let me more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; not live...
PoemThose Winter SundaysBy Robert HaydenSundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands...
PoemSlantBy Suji Kwock KimIf the angle of an eye is all, the slant of hope, the slant of dreaming, according to each life, what...
PoemPassing ThroughBy Stanley KunitzNobody in the widow’s household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not...
Poemp1To My MotherBy Wendell BerryI was your rebellious son, do you remember? Sometimes I wonder if you do remember, so complete has your...
PoemTo My Dear and Loving HusbandBy Anne BradstreetIf ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy...
PoemOn DistinctionBy A. F. MoritzWe won’t pretend we’re not hungry for distinction but what can ever distinguish us enough? This country...
PoemLove Like SaltBy Lisel MuellerIt lies in our hands in crystals too intricate to decipher It goes into the skillet without being given...
PoemThe Arrow and the SongBy Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight...
PoemSleep CycleBy Dean YoungWe cannot push ourselves away from this quiet, even in our sprees of inattention, the departing passengers...
PoemDear John, Dear ColtraneBy Michael S. HarperSex fingers toes in the marketplace near your father's church in Hamlet, North Carolina— witness to ...
PoemMy mother’s bodyBy Marge Piercy1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to rise...
Poemp1WormsBy Carl DennisAren't you glad at least that the earthworms Under the grass are ignorant, as they eat the earth, Of...
PoemA Happy ChildhoodBy William MatthewsMy mother stands at the screen door, laughing. “Out out damn Spot,” she commands our silly dog. I wonder...
PoemOn Shakespeare. 1630By John MiltonWhat needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed...
PoemSongBy Brenda CárdenasYou shout my name from beyond my dreams, beyond the picture window of this Rosarito beach house. Rushing...
PoemMy TriumphBy John Greenleaf WhittierThe autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter...
PoemSonnet: I Thank YouBy Henry TimrodI thank you, kind and best beloved friend, With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister, When, for some...