Monday, August 19, 2019

Derek Walcott

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Love After Love The time will come  when, with elation  you will greet yourself arriving  at your own door, in your own mirror  and each ...
Monday, January 28, 2019

Billy Collins

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LITANY You are the bread and the knife,           The crystal goblet and the wine...                 -Jacques Crickillon You a...
Friday, January 25, 2019

Eileen Myles

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THE SADNESS OF LEAVING  Everything’s    so far away— my jacket’s    over there. I’m terrified       to go & you won’t miss me       I’...
Monday, December 17, 2018

Lucille Clifton

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won't you celebrate with me won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in  ...
Monday, August 06, 2018

José Olivarez

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I Walk Into Every Room and Yell Where the Mexicans At i know we exist because of what we make. my dad works at a steel mill. he worked at...

James Baldwin

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Untitled Lord,           when you send the rain,           think about it, please,           a little?   Do           not get ...

Precious Okoyomon

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New seasons my mother got married for a greencard   I mean we’re living thru some shit big fat pussy clouds / violent season my mouth ...
Saturday, August 04, 2018

Precious Okoyomon

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from AJEBOTA I’m feeling very tired and frustrated about the idea of fixing my life. I am not lonely because you are here. You can feel ba...
Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Nayyirah Waheed

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Sometimes  I smell my parents on my words.  and I weep.
Friday, February 02, 2018

Langston Hughes

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I, Too I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laug...
Thursday, December 28, 2017

Tomas Tranströmer

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MIDWINTER  A blue light  streams out of my clothes.  Midwinter.  Ringing tambourines of ice.  I close my eyes.  There is a sil...

Tomas Tranströmer

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TO FRIENDS BEHIND A BORDER  I I wrote to you so cautiously. But what I couldn't say filled and grew like a hot-air balloon and fin...

rupi kaur

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i know it's hard believe me i know it feels like tomorrow will never come and today will be the most difficult day to get through ...
Thursday, September 14, 2017

Maya Angelou

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Our Grandmothers She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,  the canebrake rustling  with the whispers of leaves, and  loud longing of hounds a...
Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Jack Gilbert

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Finding Something  I say moon is horses in the tempered dark, because horse is the closest I can get to it. I sit on the terrace of this...

Jack Gilbert

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Married  I came back from the funeral and crawled  around the apartment, crying hard,  searching for my wife's hair.  For two ...

Janusz Szuber

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The Crowing of Roosters  The crowing of roosters at the change in the weather:  Under a dark blue cloud the dark testicles of plums  Wi...
Friday, February 10, 2017

street poetry

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I inhale a world, budding with inv isible actors, tel ling their story, whispering motio nless, I watch the ir movements, at times qu...
Thursday, November 10, 2016

Warsan Shire

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When We Last Saw Your Father He was sitting in the hospital parking lot in a borrowed car, counting the windows of the building, guessin...

Tennessee Williams

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We Have Not Long To Love We have not long to love.  Light does not stay.  The tender things are those  we fold away.  Coarse fabr...
Sunday, October 30, 2016

Warsan Shire

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     Beauty My older sister soaps between her legs, her hair a prayer of curls. When she was my age, she stole the neighbour's husba...
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Friday, October 28, 2016

Ocean Vuong

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     Aubade with Burning City South Vietnam, April 29, 1975: Armed Forces Radio played Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas” as a code to ...