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Featured Poem: Let America Be America Again

By Langston Hughes Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That … Read More Featured Poem: Let America Be America Again

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Featured Poem: Beyond That

Beyond That by Ghassan Zaqtan I HAVE A WISH to see the land a wish to retrieve recitation from the wisdom of lectors and to think like a falcon I have a wish to see the land whole return song to poetry, call strange mountains my brothers and release my heart from the corpse of longing and from the thick honey of prophets Perhaps … Read More Featured Poem: Beyond That

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Featured Poem: A Few Delicate Needles

A Few Delicate Needles by Rolf Jacobsen IT’S SO DELICATE, the light. And there’s so little of it. The dark is huge. Just delicate needles, the light, in an endless night. And it has such a long way to go through such desolate space. So let’s be gentle with it. Cherish it. So it will come again in the morning. We hope.

Featured Poem: My Name was Reyes

By Pablo Neruda My name was Reyes, Catrileo, Arellano, Rodriguez, I have forgotten my true names. I was born with a surname of old oaks, of saplings, of hissing wood. I was deposited among rotting leaves: this newborn sank down in the defeat and in the birth of forests that were falling and poor houses that had recently been weeping. I was not born … Read More Featured Poem: My Name was Reyes

Featured Poem: The Crunch (2)

The Crunch(2) by Charles Bukowski too much too little or too late too fat too thin or too bad laughter or tears or immaculate unconcern haters lovers armies running through streets of pain waving wine bottles bayoneting and fucking everyone or an old guy in a cheap quiet room with a photograph of Marilyn Monroe. there is a loneliness in this world so great … Read More Featured Poem: The Crunch (2)

Featured Poem: The Circus of Death

The Circus of Death by Charles Bukowski it’s there from the beginning, to the middle, to the end, there from light to darkness, there through the wasted days and nights, through the wasted years, the continuance of moving toward death. sitting with death in your lap, washing death out of your ears and from between your toes, talking to death, living with death while … Read More Featured Poem: The Circus of Death

Featured Poem: No Title

No Title by Charles Bukowski all theories like cliches shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird. wish us luck.

Featured Poem: Never an Illness, Nor an Absence

By Pablo Neruda Never an illness, nor an absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with: beautiful is the flower of man, his conduct, and every door opens on the beautiful truth and never hides treacherous whispers. I always gained something from making myself better, better than I am, better than … Read More Featured Poem: Never an Illness, Nor an Absence

Featured Poem: Lear

Lear by William Carlos Williams When the world takes over for us and the storm in the trees replaces our brittle consciences (like ships, female to all seas) when the few last yellow leaves stand out like flags on tossed ships at anchor—our minds are rested Yesterday we sweated and dreamed or sweated in our dreams walking at a loss through the bulk of … Read More Featured Poem: Lear

Featured Poem: Why Search in Vain

By Pablo Neruda Why search in vain in every door in which we will not exist because we have not arrived yet? That is how I found out that I was exactly like you and like everybody.

Featured Poem: A New War

a new war by Charles Bukowski a different fight now, warding off the weariness of age, retreating to your room, stretching out upon the bed, there’s not much will to move, it’s near midnight now. not so long ago your night would be just beginning, but don’t lament lost youth: youth was no wonder either. but now it’s the waiting on death. it’s not … Read More Featured Poem: A New War

Featured Poem: We Are Waiting

We Are Waiting by Pablo Neruda There are days that haven’t arrived yet, that are being made like bread or chairs or a product from the pharmacies or the woodshops: there are factories of days to come: they exist, craftsmen of the soul who raise and weigh and prepare certain bitter or beautiful days that arrive suddenly at the door to reward us with … Read More Featured Poem: We Are Waiting