Tag: poem
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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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“I was born upon they bank, river” by Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862)
“I was born upon thy bank, river” by Henry David Thoreau I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever At the bottom of my dream.
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“To Her Father with Some Verses” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
To Her Father with Some Verses BY ANNE BRADSTREET Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came? The principal might yield a greater sum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to…
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“Differences of Opinion” by WENDY COPE
“She tries her best to prove him wrong. But he has learned to argue well…”
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“What Kind of Times Are These” by ADRIENNE RICH (1929 – 2012)
“I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods meeting the unmarked strip of light— ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise: I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.”
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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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“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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