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A Poem for You: Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

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Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or [...]

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A Poem for You: Map

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Map Linda Hogan This is the world so vast and lonely without end, with mountains named for men who brought hunger from other lands, and fear of the thick, dark forest of trees that held each other up, knowing fire dreamed of swallowing them and spoke an older tongue, and the tongue of the nation of wolves was the wind around them. Even ice was not silent. It cried its broken self back to warmth. But they called it ice, wolf, forest of sticks, as if words would make it something they could hold in gloved hands, open, plot a way [...]

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A Poem for You: 14 Love Songs

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14 Love Songs Elizabeth Jacobson Above a pond, I sit on a wooden bench and throw pebbles into the willows. A rush of sunlight and wind creates a path in a channel of water, dances between the melting ice and brown islands of bulrush. The resident osprey, its eyes the color of yellow grass, follows my tossing hand. Love is a diorama of inner life in an outer world. I look down and find a chunk of fossilized rock with an entire Paleozoic shell sticking out. I am not afraid of love, but terrified of how it is my steady guide. [...]

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A Poem for You: Theme for English B

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Theme for English B Langston Hughes The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it's that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem, through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take [...]

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A Poem for You: Subway Wind

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Subway Wind BY CLAUDE MCKAY Far down, down through the city’s great gaunt gut The gray train rushing bears the weary wind; In the packed cars the fans the crowd’s breath cut, Leaving the sick and heavy air behind. And pale-cheeked children seek the upper door To give their summer jackets to the breeze; Their laugh is swallowed in the deafening roar Of captive wind that moans for fields and seas; Seas cooling warm where native schooners drift Through sleepy waters, while gulls wheel and sweep, Waiting for windy waves the keels to lift Lightly among [...]

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A Poem for You: I Stop Writing the Poem

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I Stop Writing the Poem to fold the clothes. No matter who lives or who dies, I'm still a woman. I'll always have plenty to do. I bring the arms of his shirt together. Nothing can stop our tenderness. I'll get back to the poem. I'll get back to being a woman. But for now there's a shirt, a giant shirt in my hands, and somewhere a small girl standing next to her mother watching to see how it's done. by Tess Gallagher

A Poem for You: I Stop Writing the Poemadmin2021-11-11T11:19:37-05:00

A Poem for You: In the Bone-Cracking Cold

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In the Bone-Cracking Cold BY M. BARTLEY SEIGEL On this cross-quarter day, quick to temper and cool, your long lashes startle me with their rime of hoarfrost, and I am snared like a rabbit pulled into your gravity by the run of our long love affair together. The seasons race past, one following another, and the rising sap is soon to halo the maples again. I will happily freeze in the bone-cracking cold, just to watch you walk slowly through this sugarbush, rare as a sundog incandescent in a fog of softly falling snow.

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A Poem for You: Ashberries: Letters

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Ashberries: Letters BY PHILIP METRES 1. Outside, in a country with no word for outside, they cluster on trees, red bunches. I looked up ryabina, found mountain ash. No mountains here, just these berries cradled in yellow leaves. When I rise, you fall asleep. We barely know each other, you said on the phone last night. Today, sun brushes the wall like an empty canvas, voices from outside drift into this room. I can't translate—my words, frostbitten fingers. I tell no one, how your hands ghost over my back, letters I hold. 2. Reading children's stories by Tolstoy, Alyosha traces his index over the alphabet [...]

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A Poem for You:Tennessee Valley Authority

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Tennessee Valley Authority BY ISABEL DUARTE-GRAY The corpse boat split the lilies in a black and heaving ribbon in a final day on earth. This lake ain't lake the way a god shapes lakes with claws of ice. A living man remembers when this hole was not a place of many waters but a city drowned in just a day. Underneath the lilies can't you see the roofs where finches threw a nest for sowing panic grass and babies. There was brides made in this place where herons sweep at corners. Mudcats breed here now their knowing whiskers rooted. Home the only [...]

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A Poem for You: Internet Support Group

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Internet Support Group BY CHELSEA B. DESAUTELS In the shade of a maple tree, on a grassy hill, three women laid hands on me. One saw a cave in my hips. Another felt bricks rising from a brook. The last heard a bellow from deep within the woods. We were strangers come together to spend an afternoon drinking tea & sharing stories of cellular bad luck, then suddenly makeshift healers summoning our mothers' lessons on touch— on heat & symmetry, tenderness & release. From above, we might have looked like sundials or spokes on a round knitting loom. We wanted so [...]

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