Category: 20th century
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“Clowns’ Houses” by Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964)
“Blind are those houses, paper-thin Old shadows hid therein, With sly and crazy movements creep Like marionettes, and weep. ”
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“Fire and Sleet and Candlelight” by Elinor Morton Wylie (1885 – 1928)
“Fire and Sleet and Candlelight” by ELINOR MORTON WYLIE For this you’ve striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil. For this, you’ve wasted Wings of your youth; Divined, and tasted Bitter springs of truth. From sand unslakèd Twisted strong cords, And wandered naked Among trysted swords. There’s a word unspoken,…
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“By Candlelight” by Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964)
#Poetry by #EdithSitwell— “Silence crowned this optimism— Not a sound and not a wail: But the fire (lush leafy vales) Watched the angry feathers fly.”
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“Bells in the Rain” by Elinor Wylie (1885 – 1928)
“Peace falls unheeded on the dead Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink; Upon a live man’s bloody head It falls most tenderly, I think.”
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“The Head” by Blaise Cendrars (1916 – 1961)
“The Head” by Blaise Cendrars The guillotine is the masterpiece of plastic art Its click Creates perpetual motion Everyone knows about Christopher Columbus’ egg Which was a flat egg, a fixed egg, the egg of an inventor Archipenko’s sculpture is the first ovoidal egg Held in intense equilibrium Like an immobile top On its animated…
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“The Harlem Dancer” by Claude McKay (1889 – 1948)
The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls, Devoured her shape with eager, passionate gaze; But looking at her falsely-smiling face, I knew her self was not in that strange place.
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“The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963)
“The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams, Read by Teyuna Trynea Darris so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
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“Instruction” by HAZEL HALL (1886 – 1924)
Instruction By HAZEL HALL My hands that guide a needle In their turn are led Relentlessly and deftly As a needle leads a thread. Other hands are teaching My needle: when I sew I feel the cool, thin fingers Of hands I do not know. They urge my needle onward. They smooth my seams. until…
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“White Branches” by HAZEL HALL (1886 – 1924)
White Branches By HAZEL HALL I had forgotten the gesture of branches Suddenly white, And I had forgotten the fragrance of blossoms Filling a room at night. In remembering the curve of branches Who beckoned me in vain, Remembering dark rooms of coolness Where fragrance was like pain, I have forgotten all else; there is…
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“won’t you celebrate with me” by LUCILLE CLIFTON (1936 – 2010)
won’t you celebrate with me BY LUCILLE CLIFTON won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one…
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