Graduation poems
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© Audre Lorde
I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his tumb
Song
© Eamon Grennan
At her Junior High School graduation,
she sings alone
in front of the lot of us--
Possessions Are Nine Points Of Conversation
© Ogden Nash
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best in the world just because it is theirs
Angels
© Boris Pasternak
Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college
one winter, hauling a load of Herefords
The Graduation Dress
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'M not kicking on expenses, now the sewing time commences,
I will buy chiffon and laces till they say they've got enough;
'The Age Demanded'
© Ezra Pound
For or this agility chance found
Him of all men, unfit
As the red-beaked steeds of
The Cythersean for a chain bit.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.
© George Gordon Byron
I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;