Tag: poem

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Featured Poem: Halloween

By Arthur Peterson Out I went into the meadow, Where the moon was shining brightly, And the oak-tree’s lengthening shadows On the sloping sward did lean; For I longed to see the goblins, And the dainty-footed fairies, And the gnomes, who dwell in caverns, But come forth on Halloween. “All the spirits, good and evil, Fay and pixie, witch and wizard, On this night … Read More Featured Poem: Halloween

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Featured Poem: If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

By Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

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Featured Poem: October

By Helen Hunt Jackson Bending above the spicy woods which blaze, Arch skies so blue they flash, and hold the sun Immeasurably far; the waters run Too slow, so freighted are the river-ways With gold of elms and birches from the maze Of forests. Chestnuts, clicking one by one, Escape from satin burs; her fringes done, The gentian spreads them out in sunny days, … Read More Featured Poem: October

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Featured Poem: Fall

By Edward Hirsch Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition With the final remaining cardinals) and then Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last Settling into colorful layers carpeting the ground. At twilight the light, too, is … Read More Featured Poem: Fall

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Featured Poem: When Autumn Came

By Faiz Ahmed Faiz This is the way that autumn came to the trees: it stripped them down to the skin, left their ebony bodies naked. It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves, scattered them over the ground. Anyone could trample them out of shape undisturbed by a single moan of protest. The birds that herald dreams were exiled from their song, each … Read More Featured Poem: When Autumn Came

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Featured Poem: The Kiss

By Scott Challener THE CLOUDS ACHIEVE a storm. The trees achieve a branching, some buds. The bee achieves the vertiginous act of pollen transport. But what we have made is not achievement, not beauty. The way, invisibly, the cane communicates with the stamen of the floribunda rose— these are not our channels, not our despites. Their disregard for us, who stand near them awkward and … Read More Featured Poem: The Kiss

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Featured Poem: Trojan

By Ocean Vuong A FINGER’S WORTH of dark from daybreak, he steps into his mother’s red dress. A flame caught in a mirror the width of a coffin. Glint of steel in the back of his throat. A flash, a white asterisk. Look how he dances. The sky-blue wallpaper peeling into hooks as he twirls, his horse- head shadow thrown wildly on the family portraits, … Read More Featured Poem: Trojan

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Featured Poem: Tempus

By Boomer Pinches   ANY MOMENT NOW I ran away from home. It was only my home the way an ocean is only water. Most of the days passed me by but a few of them I had to carry myself. The villagers talk of phantom limbs, those parts of you gone missing that you can still feel. But do they still feel you? Shrugs, … Read More Featured Poem: Tempus

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Featured Poem: Nights Like This

By Tomas Q. Morin THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG, but already the neighbors are playing God knows what music, and I wonder if the bugs that sing think the same thoughts I do about that driving bass or if it reminds them of the steady pulse of blood across their wings, though maybe not, maybe most bugs, the singers at least, are treble fans, … Read More Featured Poem: Nights Like This

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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: Self-Portrait in Time

By Dean Rader Black bell, ring the blue boat of my bones back to the beach of this world, make me an ear so that I might hear the sound from the deepest, make me a mouth—don’t let me drown— don’t let me sink the way lives sink, the way the dead drop into the endless hum of the end as when the wind … Read More Featured Poem: Self-Portrait in Time

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Featured Poem: Frost on Fire

By Dean Rader Something that melts can also burn, like a Thicket of ice in the pond, the cold net Of stars, even the hard white ax of the Heart. A man can freeze without getting wet Just as he can lose without being lost, But winter finds everyone, even though We spend our whole life eluding it. Frost Reminds us of what is to … Read More Featured Poem: Frost on Fire