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Love’s Lantern

(For Aline)Because the road was steep and long And through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my lips a song And put a lantern in my hand.Through miles on weary miles of night That stretch relentless in my way My lantern burns serene and white, An unexhausted cup of...

By Joyce Kilmer
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14 December

Away

I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand He has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there.And you-...

By James Whitcomb Riley
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11 December

A Sleepless Night

April, and the last of the plum blossoms scatters on the black grass before dawn. The sycamore, the lime, the struck pine inhale the first pale hints of sky. An iron day, I think, yet it will come dazzling, the light rise from the belly of leaves and pour burning from the cups of poppies. The...

By Philip Levine
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07 December

A Dream Lies Dead

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go Before this place, and turn away your eyes, Nor seek to know the look of that which dies Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe, But, for a little, let your step be slow. And,...

By Dorothy Parker
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05 December

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar
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04 December

Anna Who Was Mad

Anna who was mad, I have a knife in my armpit. When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages. Am I some sort of infection? Did I make you go insane? Did I make the sounds go sour? Did I tell you to climb out the window? Forgive. Forgive. Say not I...

By Anne Sexton
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03 December

A Smile To Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting us all to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!' and she was right: it's better to be happy if you can but...

By Charles Bukowski
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30 November

Going for Water

The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran;Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill) because the fields were ours, And by the...

By Robert Frost
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28 November

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in...

By Edgar Allan Poe
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27 November