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Tentacles of Time
The Swan Flies Away
Between the Poles of the Conscious
Are you looking for me?
LANGSTON HUGHES
Trumpet Player
The Negro with the trumpet at his lips has dark moons of weariness beneath his eyes where the smoldering memory of slave ships blazed to
Theme For English B
The Negro Mother
The Negro Speaks Of Rivers
The Dream Keeper
SYLVIA PLATH
Witch Burning
In the marketplace they are piling the dry sticks. A thicket of shadows is a poor coat. I inhabit The wax image of myself, a
Tulips
The Jailer
The Rabbit Catcher
Charles Bukowski
The History Of One Tough Motherfucker
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him in and fed him and
The Shower
So You Want To Be A Writer
Yes Yes
Poetry Readings
Rumi
The Ship Sunk In Love
Should Love’s heart rejoice unless I burn? For my heart is Love’s dwelling. If You will burn Your house, burn it, Love! Who will say,
The Interest Without The Capital
Stay Close, My Heart
Love is The Master
Whispers of Love
Maya Angelou
The Week of Diana
The dark lantern of world sadness has cast its shadow upon the land. We stumble into our misery on leaden feet. Our minds seek to
The Rock Cries Out To Us Today
The Traveller
The Black Family Pledge
When I Think About Myself
Pablo Neruda
There Where The Waves Shatter
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks the clear light bursts and enacts its rose, and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of
Potter
The Eighth Of September
Leave Me A Place Underground
Here I Love You
Edgar Allan Poe
Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispéd and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in
To The River
To The Lake
To One In Paradise
To One Departed
Robert Frost
Atmosphere
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek, They eddy over it
Bereft
Birches
Blueberries
Blue-Butterfly Day
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 94: “They that have power to hurt…
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves
Sonnet 73: “That time of year…
The Procreation Sonnets (1 – 17)
Kahlil Gibran
Children Chapter IV
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, “Speak to us of Children.” And he said: Your children are not your children.
Joy And Sorrow Chapter VIII
Song Of The Rain VII
Your Pain
Love One Another
William Butler Yeats
Summer And Spring
We sat under an old thorn-tree And talked away the night, Told all that had been said or done Since first we saw the light,
The Ballad Of Father Gilligan
The Empty Cup
The Death Of The Hare
The Friends Of His Youth
Dylan Thomas
Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye; The trodden town rang