The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

The Good Man in Hell

If a good man were ever housed in Hell By needful error of the qualities, Perhaps to prove the rule or shame the devil, Or speak the truth only...

By Edwin Muir
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23 December

Reapers

Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones In their hip-pockets as a thing that's done, And start their...

By Jean Toomer
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21 December

In Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the...

By John McCrae
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18 December

An Inscription

A conqueror as provident as brave, He robbed the cradle to supply the grave. His reign laid quantities of human dust: He fell upon the just and the unjust.Ambrose...

By Ambrose Bierce
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16 December

Madness

(For Sara Teasdale)The lonely farm, the crowded street, The palace and the slum, Give welcome to my silent feet As, bearing gifts, I come.Last night a beggar crouched alone, A...

By Joyce Kilmer
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15 December

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...

By Joyce Kilmer
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14 December

Growing Old

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? Yes, but...

By Matthew Arnold
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13 December

A Lament

O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees. - O well...

By Oscar Wilde
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12 December