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Sometimes Mysteriously by Luis Omar Salinas Sometimes in the evening when love tunes its harp and the crickets celebrate life,…

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Acquainted With The Night by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in…

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First Fire by Camille T.Dungy Stripped in a flamedance, the bluff backing our houses quivered in wet-black skin.   A…

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The City by CP Cavafy Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,…

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Being But Men by Dylan Thomas Being but men, we walked into the trees Afraid, letting our syllables be soft…

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The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear I The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful…

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Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack…

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Roma by Matthew Dickman  Last night my neighbor was looking a little enlightened, you know, the way bodies do after…

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Daffodils by William Wordsworth I wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all…

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After Dark by Jack Gilbert He is watching the music with his eyes closed. Hearing the piano like a man moving…