Prisoners (Yusef Komunyakaa Poem)
Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the ...
Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the ...
1913 These are our regulations-- There's just one law for the Scout And the first and the last, and the ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
The hardest choice any human will ever make to ride triumphant or to go to the cross Christ faithful to ...
The hardest teaching we will ever hear to love those who hate us our enemies far and near Our Lord ...
There is rejoicing in our hearts this day for the loving response of our Creator our Sustainer through life's trials ...
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
To die -- without the Dying And live -- without the Life This is the hardest Miracle Propounded to Belief. ...
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn -- Paid after they have ceased to work ...
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes ? " We," said the ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
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