Poem
By Ada Limón
Is it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones— is it okay not to look out this window, but...
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- PoemBy Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole length of the snake is the length of my brother’s body...
- PoemBy John MurilloFor me, the movie starts with a black man Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons Catching the sheen...
- PoemBy Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- PoemBy K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,I can’t see his body.Only carnations. I hearyour name and my beloved’sin the ...
- PoemBy Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do not step on the ground, filth will smear them; your future will ...
- PoemBy J. V. CunninghamI am no shepherd of a child’s surmises. I have seen fear where the coiled serpent rises, Thirst where...
- PoemBy Emma HineI don’t realize I’m starved for the color until the blood washes up on the beach. I’m craving red but...
- PoemBy Ted HughesI climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark. Evil air, a frost-making stillness, Not a leaf...
- PoemBy James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw Were not himself...
- PoemBy Rachel Tzvia Back1 The cyclamens have a hard time breathing in July. The sun ravages them and earth is too dry. Still...
- PoemBy Trish Salahi. Dog. The time you take home, the time you take away from home. The insistence, the instance worried...
- PoemBy Marie HoweWhat we did to the earth, we did to our daughters one after the other. What we did to the trees, we ...
- PoemBy Genevieve ArlieThe geometer wishes he were David cut from stone by lightning, his mind gyring wide into figures of ...
- PoemBy Travis Chi Wing LauTwo fingers can turn with ease to violence: some things must not be permitted to grow, so I weed with the white lie of remorse...
- PoemBy Ciaran CarsonI am being paraded through the streets with my head shaved, with no memory of what I have done to deserve...
- PoemBy Countee CullenThey in their cruel traps, and we in ours, Survey each other’s rage, and pass the hours Commiserating...
- PoemBy Countee CullenWhat is Africa to me:Copper sun or scarlet sea,Jungle star or jungle track,Strong bronzed men, or regal...
- PoemBy Sterling A. BrownI When Ma Rainey Comes to town, Folks from anyplace Miles aroun’, From Cape Girardeau, Poplar Bluff,...
- PoemBy Jericho BrownA poem is a gesture toward home. It makes dark demands I call my own. Memory makes demands darker than...