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They flee from me that Sometime did me Seek

They flee from me that sometime did me seekWith naked foot, stalking in my chamber.I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,That now are wild and do not rememberThat sometime they put themself in dangerTo take bread at my hand; … Continue reading

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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more,From these our interviews, in … Continue reading

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A Scandal in the Suburbs by X.J. Kennedy

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Frank O’Hara

“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again… and interesting… and modern.” – Frank O’HaraDon Draper read this in the last scene of the first episode of season two.

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The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.When I died they washed … Continue reading

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V. Innocentia Veritas Viat Fides Circumdederuntme inimici mei

V. InnocentiaVeritas Viat FidesCircumdederuntmeinimici mei 1 by Sir Thomas Wyatt, the Elder Who list his wealth and ease retain,Himself let him unknown contain.Press not too fast in at that gateWhere the return stands by disdain,For sure, circa Regna tonat.2 The … Continue reading

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Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning … Continue reading

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And wilt thou leave me thus?

And wilt thou leave me thus?Ragged and broken and grubby with grimeWishing these hands and thoughts not minePraying I right this self with timeAnd wilt thou leave me thus?Say nay, say nay. And wilt thou leave me thus?Gasping and breathless … Continue reading

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Eula Biss

My friend, Eula Biss, will be reading at: Prairie Lights Bookstore – Iowa City – Thursday, February 5AWP Conference – Hilton – Chicago – February 11-14Powell’s North Bookstore – Chicago – Thursday, February 19 She is nothing short of brilliant … Continue reading

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No Doctor’s Today, Thank You

They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful,well, today I feel euphorian,Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetitite of aVictorian.Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,Today I am a … Continue reading

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