The Map by Elizabeth Bishop

The Map   Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of long sea-weeded ledges where weeds hang to the simple blue from green. Or does the land lean down to lift the sea from under, drawing it unperturbed around itself? Along the fine […]

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XXXII by Emily Dickenson

  XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;         5 And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I ’ve heard it in […]

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Summer’s Elegy by Howard Nemerov

Summer’s Elegy by Howard Nemerov Day after day, day after still day, The summer has begun to pass away. Starlings at twilight fly clustered and call, And branches bend, and leaves begin to fall. The meadow and the orchard grass are mown, And the meadowlark’s house is cut down. The little lantern bugs have doused […]

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