Tag: Poetry
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Sunday Prayer
Leaves of Grass [Song of Myself] [1] I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease….observing a spear of summer grass. [2] Houses and rooms are full of perfumes….the shelves…
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Sunday Prayer
Chilly fall morning, the deck rimed with frost. Warm and serene at the kitchen table in the early hours of the day. Buddy’s outside, bright yellow ball closely guarded at his side, erect and alert, nose twitching – sniffing, sniffing something interesting in the air. The sky ribboned in pale blue, rose and the faintest…
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Yashika Graham – 100,00 Poets for Change
Yashika Graham reads her poem Conscience at the Poetry Society of Jamaica.
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Sunday Prayer
The Angel (A god who renounced his faith) You asked me what I would like to be in your eyes, I said: God. For a time I granted you favours and punished you. Were you fleeing my grief, when you failed to tell me That you had a cuckold Lord bestowing gifts upon you all…
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The Gorgeous Nothings
In the New Republic, Hillary Kelley reviews The Gorgeous Nothings, a facsimile collection of the poems Emily Dickinson composed. …to merely call The Gorgeous Nothings, and the envelope poems within it, beautiful, would do a disservice to Marta Werner and Jen Bervin’s remarkable artistic and scholarly achievement. Bervin and Werner avoid the pitfalls of earlier editors and refuse to…
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“How to Be Alone”
The first incarnation of “How to Be Alone” was a collaborative video by two Haligonian artists: musician and former poet laureate Tanya Davis, and filmmaker/illustrator Andrea Dorfman. After the video was first released in 2010, it went viral. (At the time of this printing, it had over six million views.) In 2011 Davis released her first book…
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Poets Dream of Peace in Afghanistan
In a recent piece Dawn.com focuses on twenty Pashtun poets that get together every week to share their dreams of peace: Jalalabad is regarded as the heartland of Afghan poetry in a region better known for its warriors than its wordsmiths, on a plateau south of the Himalayan mountains of the Hindu Kush. Meeting every Friday —…
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Friday’s Poem
Hedgehog The snail moves like a Hovercraft, held up by a Rubber cushion of itself, Sharing its secret With the hedgehog. The hedgehog Shares its secret with no one. We say, Hedgehog, come out Of yourself and we will love you. We mean no harm. We want Only to listen to what You have to…