By Tomás Q. Morín
In this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
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- By Terrance HayesThe rain falling on a night in mid-December, I pull to my father’s engine wondering how long I’ll remember...
- By Countee CullenThe many sow, but only the chosen reap; Happy the wretched host if Day be brief, That with the cool ...
- By Dan VeraOne beside another—brothers Seven diviners of what lies beyond the truths we have uncovered. One makes...
- By Anne SextonFather, this year’s jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second ...
- By Ross GayThe way the universe sat waiting to become, quietly, in the nether of space and time, you too remain...
- By Robert HaydenSundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands...
- By Douglas FlorianThe giant water bug can lug His eggs upon his back. He gives them extra care up there And guards them...
- By David RivardEach could picture probably with great care his brother drawing the corded string of a watered silk ...
- By Sharon OldsThe doctor said to my father, “You asked me to tell you when nothing more could be done. That’s what...
- By Seamus HeaneyBetween my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
- By Gjertrud SchnackenbergMy father at the dictionary-stand Touches the page to fully understand The lamplit answer, tilting in...
- By Ben JonsonFarewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. Seven years...
- By James TateYour face did not rot like the others—the co-pilot, for example, I saw him yesterday. His face is corn...
- By Carl DennisCarpenters whose wives have run off Are sometimes discovered weeping on the job. But even then they ...
- By Delmore SchwartzFather: On these occasions, the feelings surprise, Spontaneous as rain, and they compel Explicitness, embarrassed...
- By William BlakeFather, father, where are you going O do not walk so fast.Speak father, speak to your little boy Or ...
- By William Carlos WilliamsIf I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc...
- By William Makepeace ThackerayIn tattered old slippers that toast at the bars,And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars,Away from...
- By Anne BradstreetMost truly honoured, and as truly dear,If worth in me or ought I do appear,Who can of right better demand...