By Joy Harjo
We arrived when the days grew legs of night. Chocolates were offered. We ate latkes for hours to celebrate...
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- By Frank LimaWe went to all those places where they restore sadness and joyand call it art. We were piloted by Auden...
- By Ishmael Reed35? I have been looking forward To you for many years now So much so that I feel you and I are old Friends...
- By Lee HerrickLight a match. Watch the blue part flare like a shocked piñata from the beating into the sky, watch ...
- By W. D. Snodgrass1 Child of my winter, born When the new fallen soldiers froze In Asia’s steep ravines and fouled the...
- By Rachel HadasAs if because you lay (deeply embarrassing) inside my body, I could (inconceivable) follow your swift thoughts into their...
- By William BlakeMy mother groand! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud; Like...
- By William BlakeI have no name I am but two days old.— What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,— Sweet joy...
- By Jennifer TongeHair still Titian, but Botticelli's grip has loosened— not now Rubenesque, and probably never; Ingres...
- By Stanley KunitzNobody in the widow’s household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not...
- By Jonathan SwiftThis day, whate'er the Fates decree, Shall still be kept with joy by me: This day then let us not be...
- By Jonathan SwiftStella this Day is thirty four, (We won't dispute a Year or more) However Stella, be not troubled, ...
- By Calef BrownLight bulbs on a birthday cake. What a difference that would make! Plug it in and make a wish, then ...
- By Christina RossettiMy heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose...
- By Howard NemerovDear old equivocal and closest friend, Grand Vizier to a weak bewildered king, Now we approach The Ecclesiaste...
- By David IgnatowYou wept in your mother's arms and I knew that from then on I was to forget myself. Listening to your...
- By Sophie JewettThe leaves talked in the twilight, dear; Hearken the tale they told: How in some far-off place and year...
- By June JordanAt least it helps me to think about my son a Leo/born to us (Aries and Cancer) some sixteen years ago...
- By Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAmidst the days of pleasant mirth,That throw their halo round our earth;Amidst the tender thoughts that...
- By Miller WilliamsBecause you’ll find how hard it can be to tell which part of your body sings, you never should dally...