Poem A Day – Sept. 20, 2016
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Song of the Open Road, I
Walt Whitman
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 19, 2016
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Tender Buttons [Nothing Elegant]
Gertrude Stein
A charm a single charm is doubtful. If the red is rose and there is a gate surrounding it, if inside is let in and there ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 18, 2016
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Strange Celestial Roads
Adrian Matejka
There’s a father sleeping it off in every master bedroom
of the cul-de-sac the morning after, so Saturday
morning is a snooze. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 17, 2016
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Harmony
Aaron Fagan
Sisyphus punches in, each morning,
At a mountain he must face all day,
In hell, for eternity, and at night,
Having not reached the summit
Again, he walks ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 16, 2016
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When America Cuts My Daughter’s Hair
Jenny Browne
every chair in the strip mall
salon where she rents
a little space of her own
reflects a face waiting
to make a change. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 15, 2016
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White Lobelia
Stephen Burt
Little megaphones,
we hang out in the garden center and gossip
with the petunias three seasons a year.
With leaves too small to resemble
thumbs ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 14, 2016
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The Coal Picker
Amy Lowell
He perches in the slime, inert,
Bedaubed with iridescent dirt.
The oil upon the puddles dries
To colours like a peacock’s eyes,
And half-submerged ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 13, 2016
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A Visit to the Asylum
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Once from a big, big building,
When I was small, small,
The queer folk in the windows
Would smile at me and call.
And in the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 12, 2016
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The Inward Morning
Henry David Thoreau
Packed in my mind lie all the clothes
Which outward nature wears,
And in its fashion’s hourly change
It all things else repairs.
In ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 11, 2016
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The Secret in the Mirror
Alberto Rios
The mirror is dirty from the detritus of dailiness –
I look in the mirror and am freckled.
A week out from being cleaned, maybe ... Continue Reading →
