Poem A Day – Sept. 28, 2016
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Deer at Twilight
Paula Bohince
Darkness wounds the barley,
etching it with denser clouds. A herd sends its
envoy out to nose the garbage at
road’s edge before creeping ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 27, 2016
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Amaze
Adelaide Crapsey
I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.
About this poem
“Amaze” was published in ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 26, 2016
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Letters
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 25, 2016
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The/A Train
David Tomas Martinez
A honey badger’s skin can
withstand multiple blows
from machetes, arrows,
and spears, but these rusted
weapons haven’t killed
anything ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 24, 2016
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A Taste of Blue
Cynthia Manick
I tell my father about the way
I collect small things
in the sacs of my heart –
thick juniper berries
apple cores that retain their ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 23, 2016
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Self-Portrait in Charleston, Orlando
Dean Rader
The news this morning
said that Ramadi
had fallen to ISIS
and that the president
did not have a plan
to push them back
into ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 22, 2016
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The First Layer of City
Marianne Boruch
Concerning the lost and so
much of it, the Professor of Antiquities
is on TV again –
Think about that.
I love the word oxymoron ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 21, 2016
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Schuyler today and the students
Kate Angus
wake up when he mentions colors
and light, streets they’ve walked –
Second Avenue, West 20th, Park.
This guy is happy, ... Continue Reading →
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 →
