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 ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, ...
Too often I get caught up focused upon myself finding my way difficult wondering which way to turn Far too ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys, And the peaks looked toward God alone. "O Master that movest ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
1 COME up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete; And come to the front door, mother-here's ...
The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor's flag unfurled, For me, the ...
To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be ...
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
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