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| 1001. | Uplands In May by Carl Sandburg | | WONDER as of old things
Fresh and fair come back
Hangs over pasture and road.
Lush in the lowland grasses rise
And upland beckons to upland.
The ... |
| 1002. | Upstairs by Carl Sandburg | | I TOO have a garret of old playthings.
I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.
I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.
I have guns and ... |
| 1003. | Woman with a Past by Carl Sandburg | | THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown
And slashed the white skin of her right shoulder
And a crimson zigzag wrote a finger nail hurry.
T... |
| 1004. | Yes, the Dead Speak to Us by Carl Sandburg | | YES, the Dead speak to us.
This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness.
Back of the clamps on a fireproof door they hold th... |
| 1005. | Introduction To Poetry by Billy Collins | | I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
an... |
| 1007. | Picnic, Lightning by Billy Collins | | It is possible to be struck by a
meteor or a single-engine plane while
reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians
are flattened by safes falling from
... |
| 1008. | Child Development by Billy Collins | | As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs
and sauntered off the beaches into forests
working up some irregular verbs for their
first conversation, so t... |
| 1009. | By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa by Billy Collins | | All afternoon I have been struggling
to communicate in Italian
with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun
to resemble the two male characters
in my... |
| 1010. | Japan by Billy Collins | | Today I pass the time reading
a favorite haiku,
saying the few words over and over.
It feels like eating
the same small, perfect grape
again an... |
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