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To our supporters: THANK YOU for your generous end-of-year donations that will help us support poets & poetry in 2014. Happy New Year. 

To our supporters: THANK YOU for your generous end-of-year donations that will help us support poets & poetry in 2014. Happy New Year. 

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Today is the last day to make a 2013 donation to help support poets & poetry. 

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Today’s poem: “Tackle Football” by Dan Chiasson.

"Snow up to our waists and coming down still.There was a field here once, when we began.We marked the end zones and set up the goals.”


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Today’s poem: “Tackle Football” by Dan Chiasson.

"Snow up to our waists and coming down still.
There was a field here once, when we began.
We marked the end zones and set up the goals.”

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Today’s poem: “Manifest Destiny” by Cynthia Lowen. 


"When I took off my skirt-suit I felt like my mother, or myselfdone pretendingto be my mother.”

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Today’s poem: “Manifest Destiny” by Cynthia Lowen. 

"When I took off my skirt-suit I felt like my mother, or myself
done pretending
to be my mother.”

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Today’s poem: “Hagar in the Wilderness” by Tyehimba Jess. 

(Carved Marble. Edmonia Lewis, 1875.)
"My God is the living God,God of the impertinent exile.”


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Today’s poem: “Hagar in the Wilderness” by Tyehimba Jess.

(Carved Marble. Edmonia Lewis, 1875.)

"My God is the living God,
God of the impertinent exile.”

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Today’s poem: “To You” by Walt Whitman.

"Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre- / figure of all, / From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of / gold-color’d light, / But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its / nimbus of gold-color’d light, / From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it / streams, effulgently flowing forever."

Today’s poem: “To You” by Walt Whitman.

"Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre- / figure of all, / From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of / gold-color’d light, / But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its / nimbus of gold-color’d light, / From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it / streams, effulgently flowing forever."