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The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks

They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair. Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good. Two who have lived their day, But keep on putting on their … Continue reading

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A Cameo by Algernon Charles Swinburne

There was a graven image of Desire Painted with red blood on a ground of gold Passing between the young men and the old, And by him Pain, whose body shone like fire, And Pleasure with gaunt hands that grasped … 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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A Handful of Thyme by May Sarton

“What are you doingNow the end is not far?Remembering? Ruing?”“No rue, my dear.” “Are you still seeding?”“Now and then I do.”“You are frail for weeding,And the weeds grow.” “Yes, the weeds flourish.Too brief the hoursWhen I can still nourishPoems or … Continue reading

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Poets by Janet Frame

If poets die young they bequeath two thirds of their life to the critics to graze and grow fat in visionary grass. If poets die in old age they live their own lives they write their own poems they are … Continue reading

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