Poem A Day – Nov. 11, 2016
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Coldness in Love
D.H. Lawrence
And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea and the sky went grey, as if there had sunk
A flocculent dust on the floor of the world: the festoon
Of ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 10, 2016
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Crude Lament
William Carlos Williams
Mother of flames,
The men that went ahunting
Are asleep in the snow drifts.
You have kept the fire burning!
Crooked fingers that pull
Fuel ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 9, 2016
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Coldness in Love
D.H. Lawrence
And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea and the sky went grey, as if there had sunk
A flocculent dust on the floor of the world: the festoon
Of ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 7, 2016
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What Shines Does Not Always Need To
Adam Clay
Because today we did not leave this world,
We now embody a prominence within it,
Even amidst its indifference to our actions,
Whether ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 6, 2016
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The Map
Marie Howe
The failure of love might account for most of the suffering in the world.
The girl was going over her global studies homework
drawing the map with her ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 5, 2016
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Native Memory
Ansel Elkins
River was my first word
after mama.
I grew up with the names of rivers
on my tongue: the Coosa,
the Tallapoosa, the Black Warrior;
the sound of ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 3, 2016
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Descent of the Composer
Airea D. Matthews
When I mention the ravages of now, I mean to say, then.
I mean to say the rough-hewn edges of time and space,
a continuum that ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 2, 2016
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Talisman
Marianne Moore
Under a splintered mast,
torn from ship and cast
near her hull,
a stumbling shepherd found
embedded in the ground,
a sea-gull
of lapis lazuli,
a ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 1, 2016
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Song
T.S. Eliot
When we came home across the hill
No leaves were fallen from the trees;
The gentle fingers of the breeze
Had torn no quivering cobweb down.
The hedgerow ... Continue Reading →
