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I would like to use that scarecrow’s tattered clothes in this midnight frost –Basho
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Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15) By Lawrence Ferlinghetti Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs...
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GRAVY by Raymond Carver No other word will do. For that’s what it was. Gravy. Gravy, these past ten years. Alive, sober, working, loving, and being loved by a good woman. Eleven years ago he was told...
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LIFE’S PILGRIM by Geoffrey Chaucer FLY from the press, and dwell with soothfastness; Suffice unto thy good, though it be small, For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness ; Preise hath envie, and...
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Last night I was searching my bookshelf for a specific book. As I turned my head sideways, reading the titles on the spines, I realized I could have some fun putting together a poem. Though the results...
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my father by Charles Bukowski was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and mush and weenies when we sat down to eat, he said, “not everybody can eat like this.” and...
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The Poet’s Occasional Alternative by GRACE PALEY I was going to write a poem I made a pie insteadit took about the same amount of time of course the pie was a final drafta poem would have some distance...
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Autumn Day Rainer Maria Rilke Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields. Bid the last fruits to be full; give them another two more...
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Meeting at an Airport
by TAHA MUHAMMAD ALI You asked me once, on your way back from the midmorning trip to the spring: “What do you hate and who do you love?” And I answered, from behind the eyelashes of my surprise, my...
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Messenger
By Mary Oliver My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird— equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled...
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