Sunday, April 30, 2006

97. I KNEW A WOMAN - Theodore Roethke

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. I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than on...
Friday, April 28, 2006

96. Nude Descending A Starcase - X. J. Kennedy

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Toe upon toe, a snowing flesh, A gold of lemon, root and rind, She sifts in sunlight down the stairs With nothing on. Nor on her mind. ...
Wednesday, April 26, 2006

95. AFTERWARD - Adrienne Rich

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. Now that your hopes are shamed, you stand At last believing and resigned, And none of us who touch your hand Know how to give you back in ...
Tuesday, April 25, 2006

94. I AM ASKING YOU TO COME BACK HOME - Jo Carson

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. I am asking you to come back home before you lose the chance of seein' me alive. You already missed your daddy. You missed you uncle H...
Sunday, April 23, 2006

93. THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD - G. K Chesterton

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. Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. A reeling road, a rol...
Saturday, April 22, 2006

92. DEAR READER - Billy Collins

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. Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you have not closed the book, ...
Friday, April 14, 2006

91. BEDTIME - Denise Levertov

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We are a meadow where the bees hum, mind and body are almost one as the fire snaps in the stove and our eyes close, and mouth to mouth, the ...
Wednesday, April 12, 2006

90. EMILY DICKINSON'S SESTINA FOR MOLLY BLOOM - Barbara Lefcowitz

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. At times I almost believed it: madness the only way to say yes, to stumble into shapes of night the gape open like abandoned wells–– This ...
Monday, April 10, 2006

89. How Many Nights - Galway Kinnell

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. How many nights have I lain in terror, O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day, only to walk out the next morning over the frozen w...
Friday, April 07, 2006

88. A QUIET JOY – Yehuda Amichai

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. I’m standing in a place where I once loved. The rain is falling. The rain is my home. I think words of longing: a landscape out to the ver...
Sunday, April 02, 2006

87. SPELL OF CREATION - Kathleen Raine

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. Within the flower there lies a seed, Within the seed there springs a tree, Within the tree there spreads a wood. In the wood there burns a...
Saturday, April 01, 2006

86.NOU GOTH SONNE UNDER WOOD - Anon.

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Anonymous NOU GOTH SONNE UNDER WOOD (13th century quatrain) Nou goth sonne under wod, - me reweth, Marie, thi faire Rode. Nou goth sonne und...
Wednesday, March 29, 2006

85. SAYINGS OF THE BLIND - William Stafford

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. Feeling is believing. Mountains don't exist. But their slopes do. Little people have low voices. All things, even the rocks, make a li...
Sunday, March 26, 2006

84. Excerpt from THE INTERLUDE - Karl Shapiro

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. What lives? the proper creatures in their homes? A weed? the white and giddy butterfly? Bacteria? necklaces of chromosomes? What lives? th...
Friday, March 24, 2006

83. CLASS PICTURE, 1984 - Billy Collins

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. I am the third one from the left in the third row. The girl I have been in love with since the 5th grade is just behind me to the right, t...
Wednesday, March 22, 2006

82. POEM ABOUT MORNING - William Meredith

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. Whether it's sunny or not, it's sure To be enormously complex–– Trees or streets outdoors, indoors whoever you share, And yourself...
Tuesday, March 21, 2006

81. When One Has Lived A Long Time Alone - Galway Kinnell

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Galway Kinnell - When One Has Lived a Long Time Alone 1 When one has lived a long time alone one refrains from swatting the fly and lets him...
Sunday, March 19, 2006

80. September The First Day Of School - Howard Nemerov

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I My child and I hold hands on the way to school, And when I leave him at the first-grade door He cries a little but is brave, he does L...
Saturday, March 18, 2006

79. SCRAMBLED EGGS AND WHISKEY - Hayden Carruth

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. Scrambled eggs and whiskey in the false-dawn light. Chicago, a sweet town, bleak, God knows, but sweet. Sometimes. And weren't we fine...
Tuesday, March 14, 2006

78. FREEDOM - William Stafford

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. Freedom is not following a river. Freedom is following a river, though, if you want to. It is deciding now by what happens now. It is ...