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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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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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