Category: American Poetry
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“My life closed twice before its close (96) by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive …”
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“The Soul selects her own Society (303)” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat — I’ve known her — from an ample nation — Choose One —…”
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“First Fig” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1982 – 1950)
“First Fig” BY Edna St. Vincent Millay My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
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“The Blue-Flag in the Bog” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)
“The Blue-Flag in the Bog” BY Edna St. Vincent Millay GOD had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open flung to us, bereft. Gay the lights of Heaven showed, And ’twas God who walked ahead; Yet I wept along the road, Wanting my own house…
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“Dead Fires” by Jessie Redmon Fauset (1882 – 1961)
The long-drawn dreary day, the night’s white wake, Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath Than passion’s death!
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“Oriflamme” by Jessie Redmon Fauset (1882 – 1961)
Symbolic mother, we thy myriad sons, Pounding our stubborn hearts on Freedom’s bars, Clutching our birthright, fight with faces set, Still visioning the stars!
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“The Don’t-Care Negro” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…Neber min’ man’s why an’ wharfo’ So de world is big an’ roun’. Neber min’ whar next you’s gwine to So you’s six foot under groun’…”
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“They Are Coming?” by Josephine Delpine Henderson Heard (1861 – 1921)
“…They are coming, rising, rising, And their progress is surprising, By their brawny muscles earning daily bread; Though their wages be a pittance, Still each week a small remittance, Builds a shelter for the weary toiling head…”
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“A January Dandelion” by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)
“…O! thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed, Was folly growth and blooming over soon…”
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“Aunt Chloe’s Lullaby” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“…Mammy’s baby, black an’ sweet, Jes’ like candy dat you eat, Mammy lay yo’ in dis bed, While she mek de whi’ folk’s bread…”
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