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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, … More

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

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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 … More

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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 … More

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

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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 … More

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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 … More

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

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

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