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


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


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


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


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


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


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


I Am Karl Marx by Jen Levitt In the world there are many people I don’t know most of them Sometimes … More


The Scratch by Raymond Carver I woke up with a spot of blood over my eye. A scratch halfway across … More


A girl named Jack by Jacqueline Woodson Good enough name for me, my father said the day I was born. Don’t … More