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65: The Race by Sharon Olds


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When I got to the airport I rushed up to the desk, bought a ticket, ten minutes later they told me the flight was cancelled, the doctors had said my father would not live through the night and the flight was cancelled. A young man with a dark brown moustache told me another airline had

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63: Samurai Song by Robert Pinsky


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When I had no roof I made Audacity my roof. When I had No supper my eyes dined.   When I had no eyes I listened. When I had no ears I thought. When I had no thought I waited.   When I had no father I made Care my father. When I had No mother

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62: My Father Sings, to My Embarrassment


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at Las Villas, a small Carol City bar with a makeshift stage, where he spends too much time drinking, pretending he can learn to play the guitar at forty-five, become a singer, a musician, who writes about “Que Difícil Es….” to live in Spanish in Miami, a city yet to be translated, in a restaurant

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61: When the Young Husband by Donald Hall


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When the young husband picked up his friend’s pretty wife in the taxi one block from her townhouse for their first lunch together, in a hotel dining room with a room key in his pocket, midtown traffic gridlocked and was abruptly still. For one moment before Klaxons started honking, a prophetic voice spoke in his

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60: Waves in August by W.S. Merwin


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There is a war in the distance with the distance growing smaller the field glasses lying at hand are for keeping it far away I thought I was getting better about that returning childish wish to be living somewhere else that I knew was impossible and now I find myself wishing to be here to

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59: I Promise You by John Lee Clark


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there’s nothing in my face. There is nothing in yours. What we have are called heads. They are nothing unless we kiss. Lips are wonderful. They are full of mechanoreceptors. In the Old World we all used to kiss and kiss. It was then that we did have faces. We had noses and cheeks and

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58: The Drone by Clint Smith


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the drone was once a scrap of metal     the drone looks as if it might be a toy     the drone is not a toy     the drone could have been something other than a killing machine     the drone could have been a house      the drone could have been a spoon 

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57: Myth by Muriel Rukeyser


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Long afterward, Oedipus, old and blinded, walked the roads.       He smelled a familiar smell.       It was the Sphinx.       Oedipus said, “I want to ask one question. Why didn’t I recognize my mother?”        “You gave the wrong answer,” said the Sphinx.      “But

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56: The Basic Con by Lew Welch


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Those who can’t find anything to live for, always invent something to die for.   Then they want the rest of us to die for it, too.     This poem can be found in the volume, Ring of Bone: Collected Poems. Think about how the poem made you feel. Did the poem make you

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