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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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Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney

Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was … Continue reading

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Afternoon 
by Dorothy Parker

When I am old, and comforted And done with this desire With Memory to share my bed And Peace to share my fire I’ll comb my hair in scalloped bands Beneath my laundered cap And watch my cool and fragile … Continue reading

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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of … Continue reading

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