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Junior Poem Anthology

Trust Fund Witches

Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with table salt and lemon, like the underground at the centre of a Magic Heart the witches, genderless equally light, breathe greenish and lavander, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices like dimes dropped in a basin, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin and then soft they move through walls they press confronting your window,...

Blackberrying

Nobody in the lane, and zero, nothing but blackberries,

Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,

A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a body of water

Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries

Large as the ball of my thumb, and dumb every bit eyes

Ebon in the hedges, fat

With blue-blood-red juices. These they squander on my...

Hip-Hop Ghazal

Gotta honey usa chocolate-brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,

decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.

Equally the jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak,

inhaling bassline, peachy backbone and singing thru hips.

Like something boneless, nosotros glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards,

...

V Postcards from Jericho

Dearest Regret, my leaning this forenoon, my leather foot, want of

stone, historic period erstwhile, my burnished and hobbling, hair lingering, hand

caked, spongy as November, my dear Relentless, my beloved Aging,

...

My Meadow, My Twilight

Certain, there's a spell the leaves can make, shuddering,

and in their lying suddenly yet once more — apartment, and still,

like time itself when it seems unexpectedly more

available, more to lose therefore, more to love, or

try to...

But to look up from the leaves, recall,

is a choice too, as if upwards from the shame of it...

Let the Ponies Out

oh papa, to have you lot drift upwardly, some role of you drift upwards through

water through

fresh h2o into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa,

to have your breath leave, escape yous, escape the

weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape y'all, to rise up, to loft,

till you lot are all breath filling the room, rise, escaping the white...

Salmon Backbone

Here at Woodlands, Moriah,

these thirty-five years afterwards,

still I could smell her fright.

And so, the huddled hills would not have

calmed her, now as they do me.

Then, the view did not snatch

the panting breath, now, as it does

these thirty-v years later, to the day,

I relive the journey of my salmon mother.

...

From thirsty

This metropolis is dazzler

unbreakable and amorous as eyelids,

in the streets, pressed with fierce departures,

submerged landings,

I am innocent as thresholds

and smashed dark birds, lovesick,

every bit empty elevators

allow me declare doorways,

corners, pursuit, let me say

continuing here in eyelashes, in

...

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September iii, 1802

World has not anything to prove more off-white:

Deadening would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, blank,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless...

Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men'southward eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast land,

And problem deaf heaven with my abortive cries,

And wait upon myself and expletive my fate,

Wishing me similar to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man's fine art and that man's telescopic,

With what I nearly...

The Wife

Living, I had no might

To brand yous hear,

Now, in the inmost nighttime,

I am so most

No whisper, falling light,

Divides united states of america, dearest.

Living, I had no merits

On your corking hours.

Now the thin candle-flame,

The closing flowers,

Wed summer with my name, —

And these are...

Come Up From the Fields Male parent

Come up up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete,

And come to the front door mother, hither's a letter from thy dear son.

Lo, 'tis autumn,

Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,

Cool and sweeten Ohio'due south villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind,

Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and...

England in 1819

An sometime, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;

Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow

Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring;

Rulers who neither come across nor experience nor know,

But leechlike to their fainting country cling

Till they drib, bullheaded in blood, without a accident.

A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field;

...

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,

I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,

Marking'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,

It launch'd along filament, filament, filament, out of itself,

Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you lot O my soul where yous stand,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans...

Interruption, Suspension, Intermission

Pause, intermission, break,

On thy common cold gray stones, O Body of water!

And I would that my tongue could utter

The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman'due south boy,

That he shouts with his sis at play!

O, well for the sailor lad,

That he sings...

Adam Posed

Could our starting time male parent, at his toilsome plow,

Thorns in his path, and labor on his forehead,

Clothed only in a rude, unpolished pare,

Could he a vain fantastic nymph take seen,

In all her arrogance, in all her antic graces,

Her diverse fashions, and more than various faces;

How had it posed that skill, which late assigned

Just appellations to...

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have chosen thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom g think'st yard dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thousand kill me.

From residual and sleep, which just thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; so from thee much more must catamenia,

And soonest our best men with thee practice get,

...

Requite All to Love

Requite all to love;

Obey thy heart;

Friends, kindred, days,

Manor, good-fame,

Plans, credit and the Muse, —

Nothing pass up.

'T is a brave master;

Let it accept scope:

Follow it utterly,

Promise beyond promise:

Loftier and more high

It dives into noon,

With wing unspent,

...

Experience

The lords of life, the lords of life, —

I saw them pass,

In their ain guise,

Like and different,

Portly and grim, —

Use and Surprise,

Surface and Dream,

Succession swift and spectral Wrong,

Temperament without a tongue,

And the inventor of the game

Omnipresent without name; —

Some to encounter, some to...

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Forth the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the ocean in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white...

The Snow-Tempest

Appear by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hills and woods, the river, and the sky,

And veils the farm-house at the garden'south finish.

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet

Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

...

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