Tag: poem
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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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“Sleep Peacefully” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“Sleep peacefully. Your face should Be serene and beautiful at all hours. When the seductive mouth enchants It should be fresh…”
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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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“Sweet Torture” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands; Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied How much sweet torture quietly suffered, When, my soul wrested with shadowy…”
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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…”
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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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