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Monthly Archives: August 2010
The Animals are Leaving
The Animals are Leaving One by one, like guests at a late party They shake our hands and step into the dark: Arabian ostrich; Long-eared kit fox; Mysterious starling. One by one, like sheep counted to close our eyes, They … Continue reading
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Orpheus, Hermes, Eurydice
That was the strange mine of souls. As secret ores of silver they passed like veins through its darkness. Between the roots blood welled, flowing onwards to Mankind, and it looked as hard as Porphyry in the darkness. Otherwise nothing … Continue reading
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Carl Sandberg, At a Window
Give me hunger, O you gods that sit and give The world its orders. Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! … Continue reading
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Love Poem, Sophie Cabot Black
Love Poem Which cannot be written tries anyway– From one room to another, each time startled And does not want to hear of the already Passed through, the country of before. At each door poem believes itself In the room … Continue reading
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My Little Boy
My Little Boy Chapter 19 MY little boy is to go to school. We can’t keep him at home any longer, says his mother. He himself is glad to go, of course, because he does not know what school is. … Continue reading
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