We pay through the nose for subjecting of foes. Abroad we're defeated, at home, we 're cheated. The ides of…
In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men,…
Lines Written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate…
Epitaph on a Tyrant Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy…
What Kinds of Times are These by Adrienne Rich There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass…
A Facebook friend wanted some crowd-sourcing help for a piece she was editing. Her query asked readers to end the…
The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices…
This poem is for anyone who has ever sat through a Shakespeare play and found it too long. Purgatory by…
Subway Rush Hour by Langston Hughes Mingled breath and smell so close mingled black and white so near no room…
The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.…