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Dawn Revisited
Dawn Revisited Imagine you wake up with a second chance: The blue jay hawks his pretty wares and the oak still stands, spreading glorious shade. If you don’t look back, the future never happens. How good to rise in sunlight, … Continue reading
Lost
Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest … Continue reading
National Poem in Your Pocket Day!
Only two days left?! April, as every year, has completely flown by. Here we are at another Poem in Your Pocket Day! Poem in Your Pocked Day initiated in April 2002 and went national in 2008. What will you celebrate … Continue reading
So Much Happiness
So Much Happiness It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion and cloth. When the world falls in around you, you have … Continue reading
Harlem
Harlem What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore — And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over — like a … Continue reading
There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; Robins … Continue reading
Another Spring Poem
Another Spring Poem The lawn is filling with tiny flowers, almost invisible like the night’s first dozen stars: violet and sorrel, clover and strawberry, and the white corollas no bigger than commas I have never been able to name. I … Continue reading
NPIYP Day Reminder!!
Just a reminder that National Poem in Your Pocket Day will be held April 27th this year. Only one week to go! What will you be carrying?!
Good and Bad Luck
Good and Bad Luck Good luck is the gayest of all gay girls; Long in one place she will not stay: Back from your brow she strokes the curls, Kisses you quick and flies away. But Madame Bad Luck soberly … Continue reading
Superstition
Superstition I have painted a picture of a ghost Upon my kite, And hung it on a tree. Later, when I loose the string And let it fly, The people will cower And hide their heads, For fear of the … Continue reading