Category: Poetry
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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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“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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“I Am Going To Sleep” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“…so you’ll forget . . . Thank you. Oh, one request: if he telephones again tell him not to keep trying for I have left . . . ”
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A Eros (To Eros) by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“…y vi en el suelo tu floreal corona. Como a un muñeco destripé tu vientre y examiné sus ruedas engañosas y muy envuelta en sus poleas de oro…”
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“They’ve Come” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“My mother smiled as those who understand souls tend to do; She placed two hands on my shoulders. She’s staring at me . . .”
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“Little Little Man” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“I am that canary, little little man, leave me to fly. I was in your cage, little little man…”
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“Lighthouse in the Night” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“when the mortal heart looks for me in the chest? Look at the black rock where it is nailed down…”