All Poems
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Confession
© Louise Gluck
To say I'm without fear--
It wouldn't be true.
I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation.
Like anyone, I have my dreams.
First Memory
© Louise Gluck
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was--
Lullaby.
© Arthur Henry Adams
DAY has fled to the west afar,
Where no shadows or sorrows are;
O'er earth's radiant western rim
God has gathered the day to him.
Odysseus' Decision
© Louise Gluck
The great man turns his back on the island.
Now he will not die in paradise
nor hear again
the lutes of paradise among the olive trees,
by the clear pools under the cypresses. Time
A Kiss
© Henry Austin Dobson
Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
Snow White, to the Prince
© Chris Tusa
Truth is, my life was no fairytale,
that afternoon, I lay, a smiling corpse
under a glass sky, a rotten apple
lodged in my throat like a black lump
of cancer, your sloppy kiss dying on my lips.
Kindergarten Portrait Of My Mother At Mardi Gras
© Chris Tusa
Her mouth is a crack
growing beneath her nose.
Two dimples open like holes
in her cheeks. A pink ear
dangles from her chin.
Ploughman Singing
© John Clare
Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met
Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,
Alzheimers
© Chris Tusa
My grandmothers teeth stare at her
from a mason jar on the nightstand.The radio turns itself on,
sunlight crawls through the window,and she thinks she feels her bright blue eyes
rolling out her head.Shes certain her blood has turned to dirt,
The Easter Decorations
© Ada Cambridge
O take away your dried and painted garlands!
The snow-cloth's fallen from each quicken'd brow,
The stone's rolled off the sepulchre of winter,
And risen leaves and flowers are wanted now.
Marie Laveau Talks About Magic From A Confessional In St. Louis Cathedral
© Chris Tusa
Marie Laveau, a colored woman who eventually became
known as the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, often used
her knowledge of Voodoo to manipulate and acquire power.
--Enigma
A Portrait
© Harriet Monroe
The little world span round and round,
Singing along her sunny ways,
And all the glory she unwound
She gave to him for joy and praise.
Ode to Gumbo
© Chris Tusa
Born from flour anointed with oil,
from a roux dark and mean as a horses breath,
you remind me of some strange, mystical stew
spawned from a muddy version of Macbeth.
Only someones replaced the spells with spices,
the witches with a Cajun chef.
Hypochondriac
© Chris Tusa
Maybe its Emphysema, a shiny black jewel of phlegm
humming like a clump of bees in my chest.
Perhaps a tumor crawling in the crook of my armpit,
a blood clot opening like a tiny red flower in my brain.
Inferno Canto02
© Dante Alighieri
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno
toglieva li animai che sono in terra
da le fatiche loro; e io sol uno
The Wave. (From The German Of Tiedge)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Whither, thou turbid wave?
Whither, with so much haste,
As if a thief wert thou?"
Inferno Canto 01
© Dante Alighieri
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ch? la diritta via era smarrita .
Inferno Canto03
© Dante Alighieri
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente,
per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente .
There is a Gentle Thought
© Dante Alighieri
There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about loves so sweet and true,
the heart is conquered, and accepts these things.
Sestina
© Dante Alighieri
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,
to the short day and to the whitening hills,
when the colour is all lost from the grass,
though my desire will not lose its green,
so rooted is it in this hardest stone,
that speaks and feels as though it were a woman.
