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As If Hearing Heavy Furniture Moved on the Floor Above Us Jane Hirshfield As things grow rarer, they enter the ranges of counting. Remain this many Siberian tigers, that many ...

Here's a little background: My professor gave us a document of 50 short poems to read. He said collecting those poems was a project that he was working on for ...

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye

Kermes Red by Melissa Range Called crimson, called vermilion—“little worm” in both the Persian and the Latin, red eggs for the carmine dye, the insect’s brood crushed stillborn from her ...

These are so awesome! (Also I was literally just showing my friend a game I made with twine like 3 minutes ago so seeing you mention it in this thread ...

Childhood Memories William Saphier Those years are foliage of trees their trunks hidden by bushes; behind them a gray haze topped with silver hides the swinging steps of my first ...

The Traveling Onion Naomi Shihab Nye “It is believed that the onion originally came from India. In Egypt it was an object of worship —why I haven’t been able to ...

Chord by W. S. Merwin (again) While Keats wrote they were cutting down the sandalwood forests while he listened to the nightingale they heard their own axes echoing through the ...

(Is this way more than one poem in a week? Yes. Do I overmuch care? Not really: it's NaPo baby!) After the Alphabets by W.S. Merwin I am trying to ...

The Skylight by Seamus Heaney You were the one for skylights. I opposed Cutting into the seasoned tongue-and-groove Of pitch pine. I liked it low and closed, Its claustrophobic, nest-up-in-the-roof ...

From Blossoms By Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs ...

Marge Piercy, “Attack of the Squash People" "And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic god and eat ...

Invisible Fish By Joy Harjo Invisible fish swim this ghost ocean now described by waves of sand, by water-worn rock. Soon the fish will learn to walk. Then humans will ...

Sister Gone by William Barnes When Mary on her wedding day, At last a bride, had gone away From all her friends that there had spent The happy day in ...

Wow these got snapped up so fast haha