Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living […]
Saint Patrick’s Day
St. Patrick’s Day! St. Patrick’s Day! Oh! thou tormenting Irish lay— I’ve got thee buzzing in my brain, And cannot turn thee out again. Oh, mercy! music may be bliss But not in such a shape as this, When all I do, and all I say, Begins and ends in Patricks’s Day. Had it but […]
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April by Alicia Ostriker
The optimists among us taking heart because it is spring skip along attending their meetings signing their e-mail petitions marching with their satiric signs singing their we shall overcome songs posting their pungent twitters and blogs believing in a better world for no good reason I envy them said the old woman The seasons go […]
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Man and Woman by Victor Hugo
Man is the most elevated of creatures, Woman the most sublime of ideals. God made for man a throne; for Woman an altar. The throne exalts; the altar sanctifies. Man is the brain; Woman, the heart. The brain creates light; the heart, love. Light engenders; love resurrects. Because of reason Man is strong. Because of […]
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Shakespeare’s Sonnet 97
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December’s bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer’s time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow’d wombs […]
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To Autumn
To Autumn BY JOHN KEATS 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, and […]
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