By Tomás Q. Morín
In this life, there are stars
and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers
obsessed…
and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers
obsessed…
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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 … - 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… - 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 … - 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… - 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…