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| 4981. | To A New England Poet by Philip Freneau | | Though skilled in Latin and in Greek,
And earning fifty cents a week,
Such knowledge, and the income, too,
Should teach you better what to do:
The... |
| 4982. | Prayer by Jorie Graham | | Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the
way to create current, making ... |
| 4983. | The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia by Jorie Graham | | Shall I move the flowers again?
Shall I put them further to the left
into the light?
Win that fix it, will that arrange the
thing?
Yellow sky.
F... |
| 4984. | The Guardian Angel Of The Private Life by Jorie Graham | | All this was written on the next day's list.
On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots,
pale but effective,
and the long stem of the necessa... |
| 4985. | Le Manteau De Pascal by Jorie Graham | | I have put on my great coat it is cold.
It is an outer garment.
Coarse, woolen.
Of unknown origin.
*
It has a fine inne... |
| 4986. | San Sepolcro by Jorie Graham | | In this blue light
I can take you there,
snow having made me
a world of bone
seen through to. This
is my house,
my section of ... |
| 4987. | I Want to Pray by Brooks Haxton | | In the hidden part thou shalt make me to know
wisdom. Psalm 51
That young man
firing his Kalashnikov
into the playground
has bee... |
| 4988. | Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears by Brooks Haxton | | Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching
the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt
mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited
words I wr... |
| 4989. | The Upstairs Room by Weldon Kees | | It must have been in March the rug wore through.
Now the day passes and I stare
At warped pine boards my father's father nailed,
At the twisted gra... |
| 4990. | The Bell From Europe by Weldon Kees | | The tower bell in the Tenth Street Church
Rang out nostalgia for the refugee
Who knew the source of bells by sound.
We liked it, but in ignorance.
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