Poem About My Rights (June Jordan Poems)
Even tonight and I need to take a walk and clearmy head about this poem about why I can'tgo out ...
Even tonight and I need to take a walk and clearmy head about this poem about why I can'tgo out ...
1A smudge for the horizonthat, on a clear day, showsthe hard edge of hills andbuildings on the other coast.Anchored boats ...
How I succeed, you kindly ask;Yet set me on a grievous Task,When you oblige me to rehearse,The Censures past upon ...
I THOUGHT that silence would be best, But I a call have heard,And, Victor, after all the rest, I well might say ...
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft ...
Nick Dapper, and the great De---l------ne,Against whom Nick so oft has drawnHis hostile Pen, one Night last WeekMet at the ...
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune Fitfully on the skylight, and the shade Of the fast flying clouds across my ...
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
I can't stop crying.My eyes are like peddler women.What they buy is: you are gone.What they sell is: tears,And business ...
Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land."You are sad." the Knight said in an anxious tone: ...
A poet had a cat. There is nothing odd in that- (I might make a little pun about the Mews!) But what is ...
Imagine a child from Virginia or New HampshireAlone on the prairie eighty years agoOr more, one afternoon-the shaggy peltOf grasses, ...
1FriendsThe old word is dead.The old books are dead.Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.Dead is the mind ...
COME, spur away, I have no patience for a longer stay, But must go down And leave the chargeable noise of this great ...
This is an obvious imitation of Walt Whitman, is it?Well, and wouldn't that be better than another in sickly rime?Perhaps ...
A Prize Poem.I know Canada is fair to see, and pleasant; it is wellOn the banks of its broad river ...
PREFACE If—-and the thing is wildly possible—-t he charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
How much of paper's spoil d what floods of ink!And yet how few how very few can think!The knack of ...
_Part I_I'm out to find the new, the modern school,Where Science trains the fledgling bard to fly,Where critics teach the ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery ...
WHERE streams of light, in golden showers,First fell on long lost Eden's bowers,And music, from the shouting skies,Wandered to Eve's ...
Out for a walk, after a week in bed,I find them tearing up part of my blockAnd, chilled through, dazed ...
COMMENCEMENT POEM, WRITTEN FOR THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, JUNE, 1876."INTO the balm of the clover,Into the dawn and the dew,Come, ...
I.Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,Learned the secret ...
WHEN we were farm boys, years ago,I dare not tell how many,When, strange to say, the fairest dayWas often dark ...
DECEMBER 15, 1874I SUPPOSE it's myself that you're making allusion toAnd bringing the sense of dismay and confusion to.Of course ...
I LEARNED within myself to live. I saw,E'en in my childhood, that the heart's bright budsWithered and faded at the ...
I. You arrive in a new town.Your suitcase yawns. Your troublesUnpack themselves and dress up.A night on the town! Poor town.The ...
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