Tag: poems
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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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“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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