Poetry
A Higher Call “Our system is so discriminatory against Black and brown people…I want to do as much as I can to make their lives easier.” — Kim Kardashian I’m different now; I aim for …
XXV Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most. Great princes’ …
Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she …
Year’s End Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over …
White Christmas Forecasters generally consider a white Christmas to be an inch of snow on the ground or an inch falling that day. -News Item But along the river bottoms, snow found no place, When …
The New-England Boys’ Song About Thanksgiving Day Over the river and through the woods, To Grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over …
No! No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon— No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue— No road—no street—no “t’other side the way”— No end to any Row— No …
Kubla Khan Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. …
On Fields o’er Which the Reaper’s Hand Has Pass’d On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And …
The Yellow Twine His father’s baseball glove At night, each night, tucked under his bed— Strict prudence of a child’s desperate love Not said in words but said. Once a light khaki, now Darkened by …
On an apple-ripe September morning Through the mist-chill fields I went With a pitch-fork on my shoulder Less for use than for devilment. The threshing mill was set-up, I knew, In Cassidy’s haggard last night, …
Through the Forest of Gloomy Sadness: A Ballade Through the forest of gloomy sadness I chanced to make my way one day, And there I met with Love’s Goddess Who spoke and asked why I …
The Lord of Oc and No The beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing; And it pleases my heart to hear the swell Of the birds’ sweet chorus flowing In the …
Blackberry-Picking Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that …
I have a firm desire, and I enter Unbending, driven deeply, hard as nail. What lies! Such gossip has plundered my soul— But since I cannot bear this flimsy rod, I’ll play the flute until …
Ballade of the Ladies of Yore Tell me where, in what country, Is Flora the beautiful Roman, Archipiada or Thais Who was first cousin to her once, Echo who speaks when there’s a sound On …