by: Derek Walcott Then all the nations of birds lifted together the huge net of the shadows of this earth…
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the…
By Maya Angelou Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad…
By Daniel Langton I was sent home the first day with a note: Danny needs a ruler. My father…
By John Greenleaf Whittier Still sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sleeping; Around it still the…
By Phillip Larkin That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did…
You are the ice cream sandwich connoisseur of your generation. Blessed are your floral shorteralls, your deeply pink fanny pack…
When over the flowery, sharp pasture’s edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly…
It is a soft thing, it has been sifted from the sieve of space and seems asleep there under the…
First there was some other order of things never spoken but in dreams of darkest creation. Then there was…