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| 1721. | My World Is Pyramid by Dylan Thomas | | I
Half of the fellow father as he doubles
His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk,
Half of the fellow mother as she dabbles
To-morrow's diver in ... |
| 1722. | Author's Prologue by Dylan Thomas | | This day winding down now
At God speeded summer's end
In the torrent salmon sun,
In my seashaken house
On a breakneck of rocks
Tangled with chirr... |
| 1723. | Then Was My Neophyte by Dylan Thomas | | Then was my neophyte,
Child in white blood bent on its knees
Under the bell of rocks,
Ducked in the twelve, disciple seas
The winder of the water-... |
| 1724. | Middle Passage by Robert Hayden | | I
Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy:
Sails flashing to the wind like weapons,
sharks following the moans the fever and the dying;
horror ... |
| 1725. | Perseus by Robert Hayden | | Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass
of serpents torpidly astir
burned into the mirroring shield--
a scathing image dire
as hated truth the... |
| 1726. | The Prisoners by Robert Hayden | | Steel doors – guillotine gates –
of the doorless house closed massively.
We were locked in with loss.
Guards frisked us, marked our wrists,... |
| 1727. | The Whipping by Robert Hayden | | The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
and shouting to the neighborhood
her goodness and his wrongs.
Wildly he crashes... |
| 1728. | Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney | | Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, gr... |
| 1729. | The Early Purges by Seamus Heaney | | I was six when I first saw kittens drown.
Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits',
Into a bucket; a frail metal sound,
Soft paws scrapi... |
| 1730. | Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney | | The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
No kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
We moved quick and sudden in our own country.
The pries... |
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