Pretty Boy By Rita Dove Spring 2009 Can’t say he walked the walk.Talked it, but everybodydid that, everybody 0 Comments
Floating Requiem By Rita Dove Spring 2009 Summer ended powerfully—as if Godhad snapped a branch from his mightiest oakand thundered: “Enough.” The sky dimmed. 0 Comments
Nomadia By Rita Dove Spring 2009 In search of pasture, a place to lie down in.Back to the mother breastor a dream of return 0 Comments
Paris, Panting By Rita Dove Spring 2009 They say leap-year babiesare out-of-time, moony. I’m reallyjust two, closer to the womb 0 Comments
Garland for You By Robert Penn Warren Spring 1959 Don’t bother a bit, you are only a dream you are having, And if when you wake your symptoms are not relieved, That is only because you harbor a morbid craving For belief in the old delusion in which you have always believed. 0 Comments
The Silken Tent By Robert Frost Winter 1939 She is as in a field a silken tentAt midday when a sunny summer breezeHas dried the dew and all its ropes relent 0 Comments
Directive By Robert Frost Winter 1946 Back out of all this now too much for us,Back in a time made simple by the lossOf detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off 0 Comments
The Middleness of the Road By Robert Frost Winter 1946 The road at the top of the riseSeems to come to an endAnd take off into the skies. 0 Comments
Astrometaphysical By Robert Frost Winter 1946 Lord, I have loved your sky,Be it said against or for me,Have loved it clear and high 0 Comments
Time Out By Robert Frost Spring 1942 It took that pause to make him realizeThe mountain he was climbing had the slantAs of a book held up before his eyes 0 Comments
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