Category: American Poets
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The Present Age
By Frances Herper Say not the age is hard and cold- I think it brave and grand; When men of diverse sects and creeds Are clasping hand in hand. The Parsee from his sacred fires Beside the Christian kneels; And clearer light to Islam’s eyes The word of Christ reveals. The Brahmin from his distant home Brings thoughts of ancient lore; […]
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A Boys Heart
By Madison Cawein It’s out and away at break of day,To frolic and run in the sun-sweet hay: It’s up and out with a laugh and shoutLet the old world know that a boy’s about. It’s ho for the creek that the minnows streak, That the sunbeams dapple, the cattle seek; For a fishing-pole and […]
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A Bit of Coast
By Madison Cawein One tree, storm-twisted, like an evil hag,The sea-wind in its hair, beside a pathWaves frantic arms, as if in wild-witch wrathAt all the world. Gigantic, grey as slag,Great boulders shoulder through the hills, or crag The coast with danger, monster-like, that liftsHuge granite, round which wheel the gulls and swifts, And at […]
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The Belgian Christmas
By Madison Cawein The ‘happy year’ of 1914AN hour from dawn:The snow sweeps onAs it swept with sleet last night: The Earth aroundBreathes never a sound,Wrapped in its shroud of white.A waked cock crowsUnder the snows;Then silence.— After whileThe sky grows blue,And a star looks throughWith a kind o’ bitter smile.A whining dog;An axe on […]
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The Ballad of Sweetheart
By Madison Cawein Summer may come, in sun-blonde splendor, To reap the harvest that Springtime sows; And Fall lead in her old defender,Winter, all huddled up in snows:Ever a-south the love-wind blows Into my heart, like a vane asway From face to face of the girls it knows But who is the fairest it’s hard […]
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The Professor
By Shane McCrae The air is colder than the light in the air No fog, no smoke, but the light hangs on the air Like fog, like smoke, I’m walking to the bakery On Amsterdam, across from the cathedral A middle-aged man wearing a tweed cap and A limp blue Members Only jacket passes me […]
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The Fable of Salem
By John William De Forest “come quickly!” Wept the dying Grace; “Abide with me my Pator, then I might finish well the race, And mount and fly the faster; Then might I suffer the makers face And kiss the feet of the master.” But far away the forest rocked With storms from first dominions; The […]
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The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus
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A Word
By Emile Dickson A word is dead when it is said,Some say.I say it just begins to liveThat day.
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A Baby
By Madison Cawein
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A Grey Day
By William Vaughn Moody
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Fearful Woman
By Carolyn Kizer
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Ironing their Cloths
By Julia Alvarez
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The Road not Taken
By Robert Frost
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