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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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maggie and milly and molly and may by e. e. cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; … 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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