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The End Of March

by Elizabeth Bishop

For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury
It was cold and windy, scarcely the day
to take a walk on that long beach
Everything was withdrawn as far as possible,
indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken,
seabirds in ones or twos.
The rackety, icy, offshore wind
numbed our faces on one side;
disrupted the formation
of a lone flight of Canada geese;

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To My Sister

by William Wordsworth

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.

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Questions Of Travel

by Elizabeth Bishop

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,

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A Red Palm

by Gary Soto

You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.

That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair

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Merrow Down

by Rudyard Kipling

I

There runs a road by Merrow Down--
A grassy track to-day it is--
An hour out Guildford town,
Above the river Wey it is.

Here, when they heard the hors-bells ring,
The ancient Britons dressed and rode
To which the dark Phoenicians bring

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Recent Sun Poems

Magenta Blaze

by Ghairo Daniels

eyes dazed by magenta blaze

skin torn by piercing thorn

blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn

she knows her season is done

a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun

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The sun climbs out to reach you

by John Hughes

The sun is sinking yet climbing and maneuvering through the trees, the branches, the leaves, the buildings, the windows, the smog, and the streaks on the window to reach you and touch you and your head. Its like it wants to give all of its love to you no matter where you are.

Mellow Paradise

by Margaret Chekh

Beneath the rays of the unmerciful sun
July sang its old drowsy tune,
Even the birds made no move to shun,
As they stood mesmerized by the croon.

In that hush of a golden disc,
I surrendered to stillness of grove;
Only thoughts were not silent and brisk,
Aching bitterly, longing to prove

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quechua, llaqtaq runakunapaq

by atef ayadi

ñuqa hamuyku punchawkunapi,
ch’isi, k’uychi, ch’uñu,
mana tukuychu kanki.

after noon, grizly after wood.

by atef ayadi

she said:
language turned us into liars lying to ourselves.
morality invented "evil" so we could feel guilty about being animals.
technology gave us tools to fix problems we wouldn’t have without tools.
so,
what can you add on top that?
i said:
you have your "lmt," i have mine.
beside, top top,
topping, and

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