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Windnoon On the green hill with the river beyond it long ago and my father there and my grandmother standing in her faded clothes
By Dujana Chakir3 years ago in Poets
I cannot dance upon my Toes... I cannot dance upon my Toes— No Man instructed me— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
Ode to the Joyful Ones That they walk, even stumble, among us is reason to praise them, or protect them—even the sound
A Far Cry from Africa A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa. Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt.
Observations of an OB/GYN Nurse The babies, CEOs of his life, set the schedule, write the script. They arrive in predawn hours
The Three Little Pigs The animal I really dig, Above all others is the pig. Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey by Scrambled eggs and whiskey in the false-dawn light. Chicago, a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
Unspoken by I won't ask what it feels like to be you, for I could never explain the swirling emotions pulling levers in my brain.
Comin Thro' The Rye O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry: She draigl't a' her petticoatie, Comin thro' the rye!
Where The Mind Is Without Fear by Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free
The Yak by As a friend to the children commend me the Yak. You will find it exactly the thing: It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,
For No Good Reason by As if you needed one, as if you could help it, for no good reason a tune out of nowhere pops into your head