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Gratitude & Apologies

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  • Poem
    By Lucille Clifton
    won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylonbabylon...
  • Poem
    By Anne Sexton
    Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They...
  • Poem
    By Robert Hayden
    Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands...
  • Poem
    By Suji Kwock Kim
    If the angle of an eye is all, the slant of hope, the slant of dreaming, according to each life, what...
  • Poem
    By Stanley Kunitz
    Nobody in the widow’s household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not...
  • Poem
    By Wendell Berry
    I was your rebellious son, do you remember? Sometimes I wonder if you do remember, so complete has your...
  • Poem
    By Anne Bradstreet
    If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy...
  • Poem
    By A. F. Moritz
    We won’t pretend we’re not hungry for distinction but what can ever distinguish us enough? This country...
  • Poem
    By Lisel Mueller
    It lies in our hands in crystals too intricate to decipher It goes into the skillet without being given...
  • Poem
    By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight...
  • Poem
    By Dean Young
    We cannot push ourselves away from this quiet, even in our sprees of inattention, the departing passengers...
  • Poem
    By Michael S. Harper
    Sex fingers toes in the marketplace near your father's church in Hamlet, North Carolina— witness to ...
  • Poem
    By Marge Piercy
    1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to rise...
  • Poem
    By Carl Dennis
    Aren't you glad at least that the earthworms Under the grass are ignorant, as they eat the earth, Of...
  • Poem
    By William Matthews
    My mother stands at the screen door, laughing. “Out out damn Spot,” she commands our silly dog. I wonder...
  • Poem
    By John Milton
    What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed...
  • Poem
    By Brenda Cárdenas
    You shout my name from beyond my dreams, beyond the picture window of this Rosarito beach house. Rushing...
  • Poem
    By John Greenleaf Whittier
    The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter...
  • Poem
    By Henry Timrod
    I thank you, kind and best beloved friend, With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister, When, for some...
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