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Category Archives: Poems by others
“Totally like whatever, you know?” by Taylor Mali
“Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker / it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY. / You have to speak with it, too.” A poem by Taylor Mali for National Poetry Month. Continue reading
You are old, Father William: Two renditions
“You are old, Father William”, the young man said, / And your hair has become very white; / And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right?” In celebration of National Poetry Month. Continue reading
“Disabled” by Wilfred Owen
‘He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, / And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, / Legless, sewn short at elbow….” In celebration of National Poetry Month. Continue reading
“Emergency Haying” by Hayden Carruth
‘And I stand up high / on the wagon tongue in my whole bones to say // woe to you, watch out / you sons of bitches who would drive men and women / to the fields where they can only die.’ In celebration of National Poetry Month. Continue reading
“Inversnaid” by Gerard Manley Hopkins
‘What would the world be, once bereft / Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, / O let them be left, wildness and wet; / Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.’ In celebration of National Poetry Month. Continue reading