Graduation poems

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Hanging Fire

© Audre Lorde

I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his tumb

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Song

© Eamon Grennan

At her Junior High School graduation,
she sings alone
in front of the lot of us--

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Possessions Are Nine Points Of Conversation

© Ogden Nash

Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best in the world just because it is theirs

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Angels

© Boris Pasternak

Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college 

one winter, hauling a load of Herefords 

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The Graduation Dress

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'M not kicking on expenses, now the sewing time commences,

I will buy chiffon and laces till they say they've got enough;

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Hanging Fire

© Elizabeth Daryush

I am fourteen

and my skin has betrayed me 

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Cadet Grey - Canto II

© Francis Bret Harte

I

Where West Point crouches, and with lifted shield

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'The Age Demanded'

© Ezra Pound

For or this agility chance found
Him of all men, unfit
As the red-beaked steeds of
The Cythersean for a chain bit.

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.

© George Gordon Byron

I.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;