Month: October 2018

52: What is a Poem? by Ruth Stone


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Having come this far with a handful of alphabet, I am forced, with these few blocks, to invent the universe.   The author’s work can be found in the volume What Love Comes To: New & Selected Poems. Think about how the poem made you feel? Do you have a similar belief in the power

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51: What They Said by Muriel Rukeyser


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: After I am dead, darling, my seventeen senses gone, I shall love you as you wish, no sex, no mouth, but bone – in the way you long for now, with my soul alone.   : When we are neither woman nor man but bleached to skeleton – when you have changed, my darling,

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49: Parting Gift by Elinor Wylie


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I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower; I cannot give you heaven; Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum; Nor happiness, even. But I can give you a very small purse Made out of field-mouse skin, With a painted picture of the universe And seven blue tears therein. I cannot give you the

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48: Talking About the Day by Jim Daniels


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Each night after reading three books to my two children— we each picked one—to unwind them into dreamland, I’d turn off the light and sit between their beds in the wide junk-shop rocker I’d reupholstered blue, still feeling the close-reading warmth of their bodies beside me, and ask them to talk about the day—we did

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47: Because I could not stop for death by Emily Dickinson


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Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.   We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –   We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed

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46: The Bench by Peter Schmitt


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It’s all like a bad riddle, our widow friend said at the time.  If a tree falls in the woods and kills your husband, what can you build from it? That she was speaking quite literally we did not know until the day months later the bench arrived, filling that foyer space in the house the

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For Charlie by Ruben Quesada


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as the early morning light reflected off leaves against my window I called you to say I was moving back and I cried so deeply the way I cried for weeks after I moved losing my breath hovering between waking and sleep on the day I left I stood on your balcony facing the Pacific

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The Silent Generation by Louis Simpson


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When Hitler was the Devil He did as he had sworn With such enthusiasm That even, donnerwetter, The Germans say, “Far better Had he been never born!” It was my generation That put the Devil down With great enthusiasm. But now our occupation Is gone. Our education Is wasted on the town. We lack enthusiasm. Life

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Third Avenue in Sunlight by Anthony Hecht


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Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature’s error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over the mirror He tilts his glass in the mild mahogany air. I think of him when he first got out of college, Serious, thin, unlikely to succeed; For several months he hung around the Village,

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