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April is Poetry Month: William Ernest Henley

April 27, 2011 – 1:17 am

William Ernest Henley Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this [...]

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April is Poetry Month: Edgar Allan Poe

April 19, 2011 – 8:47 pm

Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child [...]

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April is Poetry Month: Eugene Field

April 16, 2011 – 2:58 am

Eugene Field (The Children’s Poet) Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands, And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair, And [...]

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April is Poetry Month: Sara Henderson Hay

April 9, 2011 – 12:17 am

Mamacita says: I could not find a picture of Sara Henderson Hay; every time I thought I’d found one, it turned out to be a bogus site that threatened to shut down my computer. I like Hay’s poems, but apparently Google images doesn’t. So, in keeping with her poem’s theme, I chose another picture. The [...]

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April Is Poetry Month: Edwin Arlington Robinson

April 8, 2011 – 12:04 am

Edwin Arlington Robinson Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him; He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good [...]

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April is Poetry Month: W.H. Auden

April 7, 2011 – 1:30 am

W.H. Auden Mamacita says: If you have seen the movie “Four Weddings and a Funeral,” you are already familiar with W.H. Auden. His haunting and heartbreaking “Funeral Blues” was recited by John Hannah in this film, and it was unforgettable. Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks; cut off the telephone; Prevent the dog from barking [...]

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April is Poetry Month: Conrad Aiken

April 5, 2011 – 2:46 am

Conrad Aiken Bread and Music Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver, And I have seen your [...]

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April is Poetry Month: William Wordsworth

April 3, 2011 – 8:58 pm

William Wordsworth She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. [...]

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April is Poetry Month: Sara Teasdale

April 1, 2011 – 11:14 pm

Sara Teasdale I Shall Not Care When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than [...]