Month: September 2018

The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams


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so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.   This poem can be found in the volume, The Red Wheelbarrow & Other Poems. Think about how the poem made you feel. Did you find beauty in the poem’s simplicity and efficiency? Could you vividly picture the rural

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“I’m Nobody! Who Are You?” by Emily Dickinson


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I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!   This poem can

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Slap by Melissa Stein


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I want to write my lover a poem but a very bad one. It’ll include a giant squid and some loose change   and cuff links and two blue ferries chugging headfirst on the East River at twenty-six knots and only at the last minute averting   disaster through quick thinking and sure reflexes. Also

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An End to It by David Budbill


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When I came to this mountainside almost fifty years ago it never occurred to me that there would be an end to it. I went along never thinking about the time when I would have to quit. I imagined—I guess — all this would last forever, if I imagined it at all. Now I’m in

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I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman


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I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him

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Still I Rise – Maya Angelou


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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like

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The Builders – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials

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Fishing on the Susquehanna in July – Billy Collins


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I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I had the pleasure—if it is a pleasure— of fishing on the Susquehanna. I am more likely to be found in a quiet room like this one— a painting

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