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Reunion by Russell Boyle

It was decades agoWe said our goodbyes.Keen to pursueSuch different lives. Losing touch, then,Seemed unimportant.Careers, familyAnd enjoyment. But life slows down,Time dissipates.While memories ofAdolescence awaits. Copyright © Russell Boylehttp://russellboyle.com/volume2.html

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Bitch by Carolyn Kizer

Now, when he and I meet, after all these years, I say to the bitch inside me, don’t start growling. He isn’t a trespasser anymore, Just an old acquaintance tipping his hat. My voice says, “Nice to see you,” As … Continue reading

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Men at Forty by Donald Justice

Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to. At rest on a stair landing, They feel it moving Beneath them now like the deck of a ship, Though the swell … Continue reading

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The School Where I Studied by Yehuda Amichai

Translated by Chana Bloch I passed by the school where I studied as a boy and said in my heart: here I learned certain things and didn’t learn others. All my life I have loved in vain the things I … Continue reading

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Bread and Music by Conrad Aiken

Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched … Continue reading

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Sale by Theodore Roethke

For sale: by order of the remaining heirs Who ran up and down the big centre stairs The what-not, the settee, the Chippendale chairs —And an attic of horrors, a closet of fears. The furniture polished and polished so grand, … Continue reading

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I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the … Continue reading

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