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


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...

By James Whitcomb Riley
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11 December


And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.' And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons...

By Khalil Gibran
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10 December

Life In A Love

Escape me? Never--- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth While the one eludes, must...

By Robert Browning
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09 December

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I...

By Pablo Neruda
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08 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...

By Philip Levine
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07 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...

By Anne Sexton
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03 December

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I...

By William Blake
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01 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...

By Charles Bukowski
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30 November