Category: American
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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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“blessing the boats” by LUCILLE CLIFTON (1936 – 2010)
“…the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever…”
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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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“It Was a Dream” by Lucille Clifton (1936 – 2010)
“…whirling in a gyre of rage at what my days had come to. what, i pleaded with her, could i do, oh what could i have done?”
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“Life” by Edith Wharton (1862 – 1937)
“nd one, to wake the mirth in Lesbia’s gaze, Carves it apace in toys fantastical. But least is he who, with enchanted eyes Filled with high visions of fair shapes to be, Muses which god he shall immortalize…”
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“The Watcher” by SARAH JOSEPHA HALE (1788 – 1879)
The Watcher BY SARAH JOSEPHA HALE The night was dark and fearful, The blast swept wailing by; A Watcher, pale and tearful, Look’d forth with anxious eye; How wistfully she gazes– No gleam of morn is there! And then her heart upraises Its agony of prayer! Within that dwelling lonely, Where want and darkness reign,…
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“Regret” by OLIVIA WARD BUSH-BANKS (1869 – 1944)
“Then, what a bitter fate was mine; No language could my grief define; Tears of deep regret could not unsay…”
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“Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep” BY EMMA HART WILLARD (1787 – 1870)
“When in the dead of night I lie And gaze upon the trackless sky, The star-bespangled heavenly scroll, The boundless waters…”
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“The Wife-Woman” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
“I cannot love them; and I feel your glad Chiding from the grave, That my all was only worth at all, what Joy to you it gave.”
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“Translation” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
Translation BY ANNE SPENCER We trekked into a far country, My friend and I. Our deeper content was never spoken, But each knew all the other said. He told me how calm his soul was laid By the lack of anvil and strife. “The wooing kestrel,” I said, “mutes his mating-note To please the harmony of…