By Countee Cullen
What if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know
That it …
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know
That it …
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- By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Caroline Harper NewA man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
pigeons, whom his clock feeds or… - By Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
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In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By Fatimah AsgharMy teacher says of their cat, now gone
missing. In his absence, everything is still.
The small, silvered… - By Jayne CortezI wanna be bitchy
I said I wanna be a bitch
cause when you nice
true love don’t come
into your life
You get… - By Ada LimónSometimes, I think you get the worst
of me. The much-loved loose forest-green
sweatpants, the long bra… - By Patricia Smith1. You crush me with your damning glimpses, Anna. You,so rancorous, so wounding, and so cruelly bred…
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible
that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped
with a fly inside his… - By Ama Codjoe1.
He had a caribou's face. Once he let me
lick the sadness there. It tasted of salt
and moss-covered… - By Benjamin GucciardiWe lived in a stone farmhouse at the edge of town.
I’d been assigned to process asylum claims
and you… - By DaMaris B. HillEvery wife must apologize for not being her husband’s
mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence… - By H.D.I know not what to do,
my mind is reft:
is song's gift best?
is love's gift loveliest?
I know not what to… - By Diana Marie DelgadoI turn on the radio and hear voices, girls becoming women after tragedy. Talk about dreams! His heart…
- By J. V. CunninghamThere is no stillness in this wood.
The quiet of this clearing
Is the denial of my hearing
The sounds… - By J. V. CunninghamYou are the problem I propose,
My dear, the text my musings glose:
I call you for convenience love.
… - By Stacie CassarinoI admired the sea, most days,
but not the heirs or millionaires
sailing in stiff-capped winds,
buttoned… - By Moira EganThings happen when you drink too much mescal.
One night, with not enough food in my belly,
he kept on…