October by Louise Gluck

October by Louise Glück 1. Is it winter again, is it cold again, didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice flood the narrow gutters wasn’t my body rescued, wasn’t it safe didn’t the scar form, invisible above the injury […]

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Wild Geese by Wendell Berry

The Wild Geese Horseback on Sunday morning, harvest over, we taste persimmon and wild grape, sharp sweet of summer’s end. In time’s maze over fall fields, we name names that went west from here, names that rest on graves. We open a persimmon seed to find the tree that stands in promise, pale, in the […]

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Ode to Autumn by John Keats

Ode To Autumn John Keats 1. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, […]

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Names of Horses by Donald Hall

Names Of Horses – Poem by Donald Hall   All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding /and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul/ sledges of cordwood for drying through spring and summer, /for the Glenwood stove next winter, and for the simmering range. In April you pulled cartloads of manure to spread […]

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Jane Addams by Gwendolyn Brooks

Jane Addams by Gwendolyn Brooks I am Jane Addams. I am saying to the giantless time – to the young and yammering, to the old and corrected, well, chiefly to children coming home with worried faces and questions about world-survival- “Go ahead and live your life. You might be surprised. The world might continue.” It […]

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