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Victory

© Adrienne Rich

Suddenly instead of art we're eyeing
organisms traced and stained on cathedral transparencies
cruel blues embroidered purples succinct yellows
a beautiful tumor

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Stepping Backward

© Adrienne Rich

Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow,

Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by.

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Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law

© Adrienne Rich

You, once a belle in Shreveport,
with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud,
still have your dresses copied from that time,
and play a Chopin prelude
called by Cortot: "Delicious recollections
float like perfume through the memory."

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Shattered Head

© Adrienne Rich

A life hauls itself uphill

through hoar-mist steaming

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Moving in Winter

© Adrienne Rich

Their life, collapsed like unplayed cards,

is carried piecemeal through the snow;

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Cartographies of Silence

© Adrienne Rich

1.

A conversation begins

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On the Welch Language

© Katherine Philips

If honor to an ancient name be due,


Or riches challenge it for one that's new,

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The Horsemen

© Obi Nwakanma

for Christopher Okigbo
Emrnanuel Ifeajuna &
Chukwuma Nzeogwu

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The Four Seasons

© Obi Nwakanma

The forest hugs them
carves them into stones,
Etches them into the slow
eastern landscape: rivers, hills
the slow running water,
times broken inscapes…

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The Earthly Paradise: Apology

© William Morris

Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing,

I cannot ease the burden of your fears,

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Lucifer in Starlight

© George Meredith

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.

Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend

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State's Attorney Fallas

© Edgar Lee Masters

I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker,

Smiter with whips and swords;

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Lambert Hutchins

© Edgar Lee Masters

I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:

One, the house I built on the hill,

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Carl Hamblin

© Edgar Lee Masters

The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,

And I was tarred and feathered,

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Inheritance-His

© Audre Lorde

Does an image of return
wealthy and triumphant
warm your chilblained fingers
as you count coins in the Manhattan snow
or is it only Linda
who dreams of home?

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What the Sexton Said

© Vachel Lindsay

Your dust will be upon the wind
Within some certain years,
Though you be sealed in lead to-day
Amid the country's tears.

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The Unknowable

© Philip Levine

Los Angeles hums

a little tune --

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F?sulan Idyl

© Walter Savage Landor

She drew back
The boon she tendered, and then, finding not
The ribbon at her waist to fix it in,
Dropt it, as loth to drop it, on the rest.

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The Bear

© Galway Kinnell

2
I take a wolf's rib and whittle
it sharp at both ends
and coil it up
and freeze it in blubber and place it out
on the fairway of the bears.

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from Flying Home

© Galway Kinnell

that love is hard,
that while many good things are easy, true love is not,
because love is first of all a power,
its own power,
which continually must make its way forward, from night
into day, from transcending union always forward into difficult day.