Category: Poetry
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“To My Dear and Loving Husband” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
“Thy love is such I can no way repay; The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.”
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“Before the Birth of One of her Children” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
“…And if thou love thyself, or loved’st me, These O protect from stepdame’s injury. And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse, With some sad sighs honor my absent hearse;…”
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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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Women’s History Month Begins Today
Women’s History Month lasts from Thursday, March 1st until Saturday, March 31st.
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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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“Atlanta Exposition Ode” by Mary Weston Fordham (1862? – 1905)
“…’Cast down your bucket,’ let it be As water flows both full and free..!”
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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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