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Nationality by Mary Gilmore

I have grown past hate and bitterness, I see the world as one; But though I can no longer hate, My son is still my son. All men at God’s round table sit, and all men must be fed; But … 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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Women by Adrienne Rich

My three sisters are sitting on rocks of black obsidian. For the first time, in this light, I can see who they are. My first sister is sewing her costume for the procession. She is going as the Transparent Lady … Continue reading

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Picnic by Adrienne Rich

Sunday in Inwood Park the picnic eaten the chicken bones scattered for the fox we’ll never see the children playing in the caves My death is folded in my pocket like a nylon raincoat What kind of sunlight is it … Continue reading

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Winter by Adrienne Rich

Dead, dead, dead, dead. A beast of the Middle Ages stupefied in its den. The hairs on its body—a woman’s— cold as hairs on a bulb or tuber. Nothing so bleakly leaden, you tell me, as a hyacinth’s dull cone … Continue reading

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Robinson at Home by Weldon Kees

Curtains drawn back, the door ajar. All winter long, it seemed, a darkening Began. But now the moonlight and the odours of the street Conspire and combine toward one community. These are the rooms of Robinson. Bleached, wan, and colourless … Continue reading

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Aspects of Robinson by Weldon Kees

Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds. Grey men in overcoats are ghosts blown past the door. The taxis streak the avenues with yellow, orange, and red. This is Grand … Continue reading

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