The Idea of Ancestry (Etheridge Knight Poem)
Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead), grand- ...
Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead), grand- ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes ...
I My ardours for emprize nigh lost Since Life has bared its bones to me, I shrink to seek a ...
Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
Forever -- it composed of Nows -- 'Tis not a different time -- Except for Infiniteness -- And Latitude of ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
She laid her docile Crescent down And this confiding Stone Still states to Dates that have forgot The News that ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
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