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Poem of the Week

The Windhover By Gerard Manley Hopkins, whose birthday is today I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he … Continue reading

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The daisy follows soft the sun By Emily Dickinson The daisy follows soft the sun,And when his golden walk is done,Sits shyly at his feet.He, waking, finds the flower near.“Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?”“Because, sir, love is sweet!” We are … Continue reading

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What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not, in mournful numbers,   Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,   And things are not what they seem. Life is real! … Continue reading

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Money By Dana Gioia Money, the long green, cash, stash, rhino, jack or just plain dough.  Chock it up, fork it over, shell it out. Watch it burn holes through pockets. To be made of it! To have it to burn! Greenbacks, double eagles, megabucks and … Continue reading

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Ode I, 11 Horace Leucon, no one’s allowed to know his fate,Not you, not me: don’t ask, don’t hunt for answersIn tea leaves or palms. Be patient with whatever comes.This could be our last winter, it could be manyMore, pounding … Continue reading

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Spring By Gerald Manley Hopkins Nothing is so beautiful as Spring—        When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;        Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightnings … Continue reading

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Shakespeare’s Sonnet 21 Sonnet 21 So is it not with me as with that Muse,Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heaven itself for ornament doth useAnd every fair with his fair doth rehearse,Making a couplement of proud compareWith … Continue reading

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Trudgingly,begrudgingly,one foot in front of th’other,we made it to our library. Entering a space filled to the brim with isolated wordsstrung together seeking asemblance of order with one paragraph after another. And the problem,once again, was how to carry all … Continue reading

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She Sleeps at the Side of the Drainage Canal Attributed to corrupt Chicago alderman, Bathhouse John In her lonely grave she sleeps tonightat the side of the drainage canal;Where the whipporwhill calls at the twilight hourthey planted my sweetheart, SalJust … Continue reading

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A Little Bird by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring.  I’m now free for consolation, And thankful to almighty Lord: At least, to one … Continue reading

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