Saturday, September 12, 2020

Julia de Burgos

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  Ay ay ay, que soy grifa y pura negra grifería en mi pelo, cafrería en mis labios; y mi chata nariz mozambiquea. Negra de intacto tinte, ll...

Frank O'Hara

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TO THE POEM  Let us do something grand   just this once          Something  small and important and  unAmerican          Some fine thing  wi...
Thursday, August 20, 2020

Lucille Clifton

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  today i mourn my coat. my old potato. my yellow mother. my horse with buttons. my rind. today she split her skin like a snake, refusing to...

Toi Derricotte

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  Joy is an act of resistance                     Why would a black woman                                 need a fish                   to l...
Saturday, May 30, 2020

Sonia Sanchez

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Haiku and Tanka for Harriet Tubman Picture a woman riding thunder on the legs of slavery    ...     2 Picture her kissing...

Audre Lorde

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But What Can You Teach My Daughter What do you mean no no no no you don’t have the right to know how often have we built each o...

Audre Lorde

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Who Said It Was Simple There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in Nedic...
Monday, May 11, 2020

Lucille Clifton

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homage to my hips these hips are big hips they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places...

Lucille Clifton

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blessing the boats  (at St. Mary's) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you...
Saturday, April 11, 2020

Alok V. Menon

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the deepest breath on the other side of now when this is all over i want to attend a funeral every day. i will sit at the back, sile...
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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’...