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Nikki Giovanni — born today.

Nikki Giovanni — born today.

poetrysociety:

from a children’s activity book on Gwendolyn Brooks. 

poetrysociety:

from a children’s activity book on Gwendolyn Brooks.


 

from Kiki Smith’s Emily Dickinson Sampler

from Kiki Smith’s Emily Dickinson Sampler

poetrysociety:

 Today, in 1913, Ezra Pound published this poem:In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd;Petals on a wet, black bough.

poetrysociety:

 Today, in 1913, Ezra Pound published this poem:

In a Station of the Metro 

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Abraham Lincoln’s emo poetry.
And now away to seek some scene Less painful than the last — With less of horror mingled in The present and the past—

Abraham Lincoln’s emo poetry.


And now away to seek some scene
Less painful than the last —
With less of horror mingled in
The present and the past—

Abraham Lincoln
And sky’s first poem
is always
milk
gushing
straight
down
door
we face
as we face
a mirror
—John Yau

And sky’s first poem

is always

milk

gushing

straight

down

door

we face

as we face

a mirror

—John Yau

From today’s Poem-a-Day, “Blue Palestine,” by Ariana Reines.

From today’s Poem-a-Day, “Blue Palestine,” by Ariana Reines.

Harlem by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore - and then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over - like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.Or does it explode?

Harlem by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore - and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over - like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?


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