Month: September 2018

Prodigy by Charles Simic


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I grew up bent over a chessboard.   I loved the word endgame.   All my cousins looked worried.   It was a small house near a Roman graveyard. Planes and tanks shook its windowpanes.   A retired professor of astronomy taught me how to play.   That must have been in 1944.   In the

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The Playwright’s Daughter by Virginia Keane


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I was one year old when my nanny went away leaving no memory of a face that watched, arms that held, hands that fed and cleaned me, left no record of her voice or name. My father died, leaving wisps of pipe smoke for a memory.   My mother went away to write in London,

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After Making Love by Stephen Dunn


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No one should ask the other “What were you thinking?” No one, that is, who doesn’t want to hear about the past and its inhabitants, or the strange loneliness of the present filled, even as it may be, with pleasure, or those snapshots of the future, different heads on different bodies. Some people actually desire

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Making a bed by Howard Moss


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I know how to make a bed While still lying in it, and Slip out of an imaginary hole As if I were squeezed out of a tube: Tug, smooth—the bed is made. And if resurrections are this easy, Why then I believe in all of them: Lazarus rising from his tomb, Elijah at the

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A song in the front yard by Gwendolyn Brooks


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I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows. A girl gets sick of a rose.   I want to go in the back yard now And maybe down the alley, To where the charity children play. I want

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A Chess Game by Paul Goodman


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The chessboard was reflected in her eyes Eager to bear her, first I looked in her eyes. I made a Spanish move, an ancient one, and broken was the red rank of pawns in her light eyes. Then I lowered my eyes from that chessboard and Love said, “Oh not her; conquer the king if

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Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


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Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.   Rejoice,

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1969 by Alex Dimitrov


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The summer everyone left for the moon even those yet to be born. And the dead who can’t vacation here but met us all there by the veil between worlds. The number one song in America was “In the Year 2525” because who has ever lived in the present when there’s so much of the

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Grass by Carl Sandburg


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Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all.   And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: What place

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The Inside Out Mermaid by Matthea Harvey


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The Inside Out Mermaid is fine with letting it all hang out–veins, muscles, the bits of fat at her belly, her small gray spleen. At first her lover loves it–with her organs on the outside, she’s the ultimate open book. He can pump her lungs like two bellows and make her gasp; ask her difficult

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