Politics poems

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Shirt

© Robert Pinsky

The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians

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The Hangman at Home

© Carl Sandburg

WHAT does the hangman think about
When he goes home at night from work?
When he sits down with his wife and
Children for a cup of coffee and a

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At Wilfred Owen’s Grave

© Michael Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer underwater,
watching the shoreline blur,
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.

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Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot

© Alexander Pope

Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt,
All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out:
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

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Safety-Clutch

© Ambrose Bierce

Once I seen a human ruin
In a elevator-well.
And his members was bestrewin'
All the place where he had fell.

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On the Way

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

But why forget them? They’re the same that winked
Upon the world when Alcibiades
Cut off his dog’s tail to induce distinction.
There are dogs yet, and Alcibiades
Is not forgotten.

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A Simple Poem

© Emanuel Xavier

With lips that will never touch mine
read your poems out loud
so that the words are left engraved
on the wall
make me feel your voice rush through me
like a breeze from Oyá