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I did not know how
beautiful we
beautiful we
are!
I did not know how
beautiful we
beautiful we
are!
May all living things
be happy one day.
But let them take their
be happy one day.
But let them take their
time.
May all living things
be happy one day.
But let them take their
be happy one day.
But let them take their
time.
Poem
CinemaBy Jessica Abughattas
Poem
Mother Emanuel Nine: Their Influence Was WideBy Cheryl Clarke
Poem
Mount Grace PrioryBy G.C. Waldrep
The poets have emerged!
The poets have
The poets have
emerged!
The poets have emerged!
The poets have
The poets have
emerged!
Poem
CrownBy Gboyega Odubanjo
Poem
Prodigal DaughterBy Erika L. Sánchez
Poem
PerennialBy Patricia Guzman
my hands let fly another
letter
my hands let fly another
letter
Poem
Restricted Fragile MaterialsBy Catherine Barnett
Poem
Enchanted Beach with Three Fluid GracesBy Abdulkareem Abdulkareem
Poem
MatineeBy Andrea Cohen
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Collection
110 Years of Poetry Magazine
By The Editors, Adrian Matejka & Robert Eric Shoemaker
An Anniversary Collection
From the Poetry Magazine Archive
- PoemBy Naomi Shihab NyeSomething has happened to my name.
It now appears on catalogues
for towels and hiking equipment,
dresses spun in India,
hand-colored prints of parrots and their eggs. - PoemBy Marilyn NelsonA collective family myth
passed down across generations
takes on the polished gleam of truth,
and memories become legend.
The legend of black sod-busters
on a piece of red soil they own
in a township of black ranchers.
Their legendary rodeo.
grand entry
Two Stars and Stripes flutter into
the... - PoemBy Nathalie HandalHe said I was different because I was dark. She said I was different because I wore a scarf. He said I was different because I had an accent. She said I was different because I couldn’t read. He said...
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Poetry was founded in Chicago by Harriet Monroe in 1912.
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