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© Langston Hughes

Im all alone in this world, she said,
Aint got nobody to share my bed,
Aint got nobody to hold my hand
The truth of the matters
I aint got no man.

1991-ii

© Wendell Berry

The ewes crowd to the mangers;
Their bellies widen, sag;
Their udders tighten. Soon
The little voices cry

1991-i

© Wendell Berry

The year begins with war.
Our bombs fall day and night,
Hour after hour, by death
Abroad appeasing wrath,

1805

© Robert Graves

At Viscount Nelsons lavish funeral,
While the mob milled and yelled about St Pauls,
A General chatted with an Admiral:

1. Faith

© Mark Doty

"I've been having these
awful dreams, each a little different,
though the core's the same-

4:02 p.m.

© Suheir Hammad

poem supposed to be about
one minute and the lives of three women in it
writing it and up
the block a woman killed
by her husband

1915

© Robert Graves

Ive watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bass?e and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,

1er janvier

© Victor Marie Hugo

Enfant, on vous dira plus tard que le grand-père

Vous adorait; qu'il fit de son mieux sur la terre,

45 Mercy Street

© Anne Sexton

In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
of my entire bone,
my real dream,

1492

© Emma Lazarus

Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate,

Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword,

1 ½ Hours Left

© Sukasah Syahdan

1½ hours left
shepherding wayward words
to their new textual barn

34 of A Book

© Sukasah Syahdan

. 34 of a book
entombs an insect's body
another book has mine

3 Ls

© Sukasah Syahdan

Of love,
logic,
and libido

30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love

© Richard Brautigan

Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers

15%

she tries to get things
out of men
that she can't get
because she's not
15% prettier

-2

Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they're
lined up for blocks, so I'll
go to bed with you. They won't
miss us.

1887

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
From north and south the sign returns
And beacons burn again.

1777

© Amy Lowell

I
The Trumpet-Vine Arbour
The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are
wide open,

8 Fragments For Kurt Cobain

© Jim Carroll

1/
Genius is not a generous thing
In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover
And it resents fame
With bitter vengeance

1926

© Weldon Kees

The porchlight coming on again,
Early November, the dead leaves
Raked in piles, the wicker swing
Creaking. Across the lots
A phonograph is playing Ja-Da.