Month: January 2014

Emergency Car Kit

Have a look at an emergency car kit. How does the value of each item on this list depend on the type of accident you are in or have arrived at? What additional items would you add to the list?


Workshop by Billy Collins I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title. It gets me right away because I’m in a workshop now so immediately the poem has my attention, like the Ancient Mariner grabbing

The Young Man’s Song

The Young Man’s Song by W. B. Yeats I whispered, “I am too young,” And then, “I am old enough”; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. “Go and love, go and love, young man,

The New Higher

The New Higher by John Ashbery You meant more than life to me. I lived through you not knowing, not knowing I was living. I learned that you called for me. I came to where you were living, up a

The Fist

The Fist by Derek Walcott The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved past love to mania.

The Changing Light

The Changing Light by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea light an island light And the


Thanks by W. S. Merwin Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food

Possum Crossing

Possum Crossing by Nikki Giovanni Backing out the driveway the car lights cast an eerie glow in the morning fog centering on movement in the rain slick street Hitting brakes I anticipate a squirrel or a cat or sometimes a

Notes from the Other Side

Notes from the Other Side by Jane Kenyon I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one’s own eye in the mirror, there are no bad books, no plastic, no insurance

Making a Fist

Making a Fist by Naomi Shihab Nye For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear. I was seven, I lay

In Knowledge of Young Boys

In Knowledge of Young Boys by Toi Derricotte i knew you before you had a mother, when you were newtlike, swimming, a horrible brain in water. i knew you when your connections belonged only to yourself, when you had no

Ground Swell

Ground Swell by Mark Jarman Is nothing real but when I was fifteen, Going on sixteen, like a corny song? I see myself so clearly then, and painfully– Knees bleeding through my usher’s uniform Behind the candy counter in the


Cicada by John Blair A youngest brother turns seventeen with a click as good as a roar, finds the door and is gone. You listen for that small sound, hear a memory. The air-raid sirens howled of summer tornadoes, the

Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point

Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point by Stephen Dunn From her window marshland stretched for miles. If not for egrets and gulls, it reminded her of the moors behind the parsonage, how the fog often hovered and descended as if sheltering

Because it looked hotter that way

Because it looked hotter that way by Camille T. Dungy we let our hair down. It wasn’t so much that we worried about what people thought or about keeping it real but that we knew this was our moment. We


Ballad by Sonia Sanchez (after the spanish) forgive me if i laugh you are so sure of love you are so young and i too old to learn of love. the rain exploding in the air is love the grass

Ave Maria

Ave Maria by Frank O’Hara Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies! get them out of the house so they won’t know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good for the body but

Alice at Seventeen: Like a Blind Child

Alice at Seventeen: Like a Blind Child by Darcy Cummings One summer afternoon, I learned my body like a blind child leaving a walled school for the first time, stumbling from cool hallways to a world dense with scent and

A Muse

A Muse by Reginald Shepherd He winds through the party like wind, one of the just who live alone in black and white, bewildered by the eden of his body. (You, you talk like winter rain.) He’s the meaning of

Howl, Parts I & II

Howl, Parts I & II by Allen Ginsberg For Carl Solomon I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters


Falling by James Dickey A 29-year-old stewardess fell … to her death tonight when she was swept through an emergency door that suddenly sprang open … The body … was found … three hours after the accident. —New York Times

I measure every Grief I meet (561)

I measure every Grief I meet (561) by Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it

Fame is a fickle food (1659)

Fame is a fickle food (1659) by Emily Dickinson Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap


If— by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If

Hope is the thing with feathers (254)

Hope is the thing with feathers (254) by Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas 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


Alone by Maya Angelou Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody,

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths by Philip James Bailey We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most

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