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Love by Tina Chang

I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know. How a republic falls because of its backhanded deals, stairwell secrets. My mother does not know I am lying with a man who is darker than me, that we … Continue reading

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Desert Places by Robert Frost

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it–it is theirs. … Continue reading

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Lovesong by Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and … Continue reading

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On the Death of Dr. Robert Levet by Samuel Johnson

Condemned to Hope’s delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year, See Levet to the grave descend; Officious, innocent, sincere, … Continue reading

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A 70-Year Old by David Paul

1. On a Good Day (Optimism) I grow younger as I age Instead of limping now I leap challenging at every stage Playing on when others sleep. I work at this ambitious task Don’t think of me as smug I … Continue reading

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels … Continue reading

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without … Continue reading

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