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Snip Your Hair by Regina DeSalva: American Life in Poetry #128 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
Our poet this week is 16-year-old Devon Regina DeSalva of Los Angeles, California, who says she wrote this poem to get back at her mother, only to find that her mother loved the poem.
Snip Your Hair
Frame, An Epistle
© Claudia Emerson
Most of the things you made for meblanket-
chest, lapdesk, the armless rockerI gave
A Thousand Martyrs
© Aphra Behn
A thousand martyrs I have made,
All sacrificed to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betrayed,
That languish in resistless fire.
The untamed heart to hand I brought,
And fixed the wild and wandering thought.
Molecular Evolution
© James Clerk Maxwell
At quite uncertain times and places,
The atoms left their heavenly path,
Morningis the place for Dew
© Emily Dickinson
Morningis the place for Dew
Cornis made at Noon
After dinner lightfor flowers
Dukesfor Setting Sun!
Northern Farmer: Old Style
© Alfred Tennyson
Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?
Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse: whoy, Doctor's abeän an' agoän;
Says that I moänt 'a naw moor aäle; but I beänt a fool;
Git ma my aäle, fur I beänt a-gawin' to breäk my rule.
The Dream of Freedom
© Owen Suffolk
'Twas night, and the moonbeams palely fell
On the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell,
The Pillar of Fame
© Robert Herrick
Fame’s pillar here at last we set,
Out-during marble, brass or jet;
Milken Time
© William Barnes
'Twer when the busy birds did vlee,
Wi' sheenèn wings, vrom tree to tree,
Torment
© Daisy Fried
“I fucked up bad”: Justin cracks his neck,
talking to nobody. Fifteen responsible children,
The Blind Slave Boy
© Anonymous
Come back to me, mother! why linger away
From thy poor little blind boy, the long weary day!
Homage To Sextus Propertius - XII
© Ezra Pound
Upon the Actian marshes Virgil is Phoebus' chief of police,
He can tabulate Caesar's great ships.
He thrills to Ilian arms,
He shakes the Trojan weapons of Aeneas,
And casts stores on Lavinian beaches.
from The Prelude: Book 2: School-time (Continued)
© André Breton
Fare Thee well!
Health, and the quiet of a healthful mind
Attend thee! seeking oft the haunts of men,
And yet more often living with Thyself,
And for Thyself, so haply shall thy days
Be many, and a blessing to mankind.
The Winding Stair
© William Butler Yeats
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
In the House of the Latin Professor
© Boris Pasternak
All things fall away: store fronts on the west,
ANGEL’S DELICATESSEN, windows boarded
and laced in day-glow, BLUE KNIGHT AUTO REPAIR
to the north with its verandah of rusted mufflers
Deidad
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
¿Qué importan para ti las horas malas,
si cada hora en tus nacientes alas
pone una pluma bella más?
Ya verás al cóndor en plena altura,
ya verás concluida la escultura,
ya verás, alma, ya verás…
The African Prince
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
IT was a king in Africa,
He had an only son;
And none of Europe's crowned kings
Could have a dearer one.
