Poem: Carrefour ~ Amy Lowell

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Carrefour ~ Amy Lowell O You, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees.

Poem: Kindness to Animals—Author Unknown

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In honor of Earth Day, a poem about kindness. Kindness to Animalsby An Unknown Author          Little children, never givePain to things that feel and live:Let the gentle robin comeFor the crumbs you save at home,—As his meat you throw alongHe’ll repay you with a song;Never hurt the timid harePeeping from her green grass lair,Let her […]

Poem: Death Is Nothing—Henry Scott Holland

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Death Is Nothing —Henry Scott Holland Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room. Whatever we were to each, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Laugh as we always laughed at the little […]

Poem: Lighthouse at Night—Alfonsina Storni

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Lighthouse at Night —Alfonsina Storni Translated from Spanish by Jim Normington The sky is a black sphere and the sea is a black disc. On the coast the lighthouse unfolds its fan of light. Who is it looking for endlessly in the night as it turns endlessly? If it looks into my heart it will […]

Poem: Sorrow Is Not My Name—Ross Gay; Read by Jubi Arriola-Headley

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Sorrow Is Not My Name By Ross Gay —after Gwendolyn Brooks No matter the pull toward brink. No matter the florid, deep sleep awaits. There is a time for everything. Look, just this morning a vulture nodded his red, grizzled head at me, and I looked at him, admiring the sickle of his beak. Then […]

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